you cried for days...
from juvenile hall,
to the psych ward,
to a foster home up north...
where you shovel snow,
in 50 below,
now your living on their left overs,
in your foster home uniform...
and they cut your hai…
Love that distant mic n almost vaudeville vibe. 8)
beauty tune
this is incredible! i love the how the haircut lines weave t…
this song really suits the title