Organ Eyes - Holy Smokes!

Evening tokes
Sitting by the fire becuase the power's got dead wires
Old folks play spoons
Such a useless talent dead art a malarky
You say im being rough
Im acting cute
Im just snarky
A wail beach on a beached whale
I guess you can impeach all that which you cant teach
A true fucking moron on a way too short leash.
Holy Smokes
I cant see at all

You can recite the times when theyd be all gone when you wake up
That's if you wake up at all
I can recall the ways your smile made feel like a boy
But thats only if i dont wake up at all

Holy Smokes
I cant see at all
You act so okie doke
But youre just the stick in my spokes
Cum dress in a museum
Came from a man with a daughter named Chelsea
Now its on display for little children to see
Holy Smokes
I cant see at all

You can recite the times when theyd be all gone when you wake up
That's if you wake up at all
I can recall the ways your smile made feel like a boy
But thats only if i dont wake up at all

Sound the alarm
Flush the Stash
Burn down the Barn
Bag up the cash
And retreat

Written by:
Cameron Steacy

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