We Don't Need A Reason To Slag

Swat we do. Every mother is a stud, bow yon ingrate daughter, and the pennies drop. Later baby. Is that all you got? Starting and stopping and I don't know but not what, shite and onwards. Watch your back I mean at least six times, in minutes if not seconds if not milli; leagues and klicks and fathoms, to fall yet. Dance while ye may, and skip in the face of hard. Whatever, you say it best. We'll be down for the putsch.