Fuguers Cove - He Threw Up

Golden weirdos pasting glue
At the craft bizaare
Seven witches casting spells
Don't know who they are
But who are we?
He threw up lemonade
At the nicotine stand
We tried to get back, get back
Get away from every thing we had
Took a piss in the bay
Took a roll in the hay
Sipped the kool-aid and hey
This is where I am

Written by:
Justin Bendell

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