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RAVEN JAK TOP SEARCHED PLAYLIST

ALL OF RAVEN JAK / JAK RAVEN ORIGINAL ARTWORK IN MUSIC, POETRY, VISUAL ART, SONGWRITING, COLLABORATIONS, LIVE PERFORMANCES, SYNCING, THEATRE, CONCEPTS, INSTRUMENTALS, MUSIC THERAPY AND ABSTRACT SPANNING FROM 2000 A.D. TO PRESENT DAY.
ALL OF THE ‘RAVEN JAK PLAYLIST’ IS DESIGNED, DIRECTED, PRODUCED, WRITTEN, COMPOSED, PERFORMED, COMPRISED BY JACK TIMOTHY OAKE RANDELL (RANDALL / RAVEN), AND HIS MUSIC BUSINESS ASSOCIATION THROUGH THE YEARS 2002 - 2024 A.D.

RAVEN JAK PLAYLIST

RAVEN JAK - THE MACABRE

RAVEN JAK - ANTI-WAR, PRO-PEACE

Lyrics and Music written and composed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell
Produced by Jack Timothy Oake Randell

buddha would you tell, me why am i here?
for i cannot figure this out by myself
buddha would you tell me, it's so unclear
questioning existence is bad for my health

never be a rebel without a cause
majority rule comes from a source
get in on the outside, fight from the inside
never be rebel without a cause, a cause, because, because

buddha would you tell me why is a crime
to think everything in the system don't make sense
buddha explain why opinions aren't mine
unlock that gate to get through their defense

never be a rebel without a cause
majority rule comes from a source
get in on the outside, fight from the inside
never be rebel without a cause

never be a rebel without a cause
majority rule comes from a source
get in on the outside, fight from the inside
never be rebel without a cause, a cause, because, a cause, because, a cause

copyright control 2003-2004 (when song first written by Jack T. O. Randell)
record - all rights reserved 2023

Vanegan - Buddha - 07:07:2023, 17.40

Lyrics and Music written and composed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell
1st Narration originally from: Trippy Jon (Guitarist - Toxic Pigeon)
2nd MC rap: Jacob (MC JP) Davies
Produced by Jack Timothy Oake Randell
Instrumentation and Vocal performed by Jack Timothy Oaked Randell

green and purple checkered flags
Cheshire cat your smile lacks 
motivation in your eyes
drop the cookie or the rabbit gets it

Alice, what have you done?
Alice, what have we done?
Alice, what have you done?
Alice, sorry we aren't much fun...

but the funniest part was when ryan the whale jumped out of the porridge on his motorbike and 12 hungry strawberries fell out of his left nostril whilst urinating on bobbing apples in a sea of mud
and then Nigel's left buttock started laughing at the donkey that jumped off the cliff in the Natural History Museum and landed in the Sea of Time....
this is where it then got picked up by the grand mother ship that conquered Earth and turned it into a floating sausage where it was controlled by flying pink monkeys

green and purple checkered flags
Cheshire cat your smile lacks 
motivation in your eyes
drop the cookie or the rabbit gets it

Alice, what have you done?
Alice, what have we done?
Alice, what have you done?
Alice, sorry some men aren't fun...

catch the vibe like a peacock shut down the rays in my reebok wet my knees in a reebok real love to my gang gang they're shoe terrible feed it gotta keep dreamin i dream it feel it like it smells essence of the candy patch around me ***************************** baby gravy JD ****************************************** you don't know ********************************** (MC JP)

this song is copyright control 2023
originally written in early 2000's
all rights reserved c

Vanegan - Alice D - 07:07:2023, 17.42

lyrics and music written and composed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell
Produced By Jack Timothy Oake Randell
Instrumentation and Vocals performed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell

can't sleep, close my eyes
not too deep as the sun will rise
can't sleep, pictures i find
so out of sight, out of mind aye aye aye aye!

BLAME FOOD AND THE BRANCHES AND GLUE
THAT HOLD THIS FAT SANDWICH TOGETHER
"HEY YOU" SAID THE GURU TO THE BREW
I'D RATHER HAVE LETTUCE WITH MY BRANSTON PICKLE TONIGHT!

BLAME FOOD AND THE BRANCHES AND GLUE
THAT HOLD THIS FAT SANDWICH TOGETHER
"HEY YOU" SAID THE GURU TO THE BREW
I'D RATHER HAVE LETTUCE WITH MY BRANSTON PICKLE TONIGHT!

scrape my sockets, blacken my world
safe dream lockets, the rains a girl
insomniac's dream to sleep again
when will it rest? when when when when!

BLAME FOOD AND THE BRANCHES AND GLUE
THAT HOLD THIS FAT SANDWICH TOGETHER
"HEY YOU" SAID THE GURU TO THE BREW
I'D RATHER HAVE LETTUCE WITH MY BRANSTON PICKLE TONIGHT!

BLAME FOOD AND THE BRANCHES AND GLUE
THAT HOLD THIS FAT SANDWICH TOGETHER
"HEY YOU" SAID THE GURU TO THE BREW
I'D RATHER HAVE LETTUCE WITH MY BRANSTON PICKLE TONIGHT!

can't sleep, close my eyes
not too deep as the sun will rise
can't sleep, pictures i find
so out of sight, out of mind aye aye aye aye!

BLAME FOOD AND THE BRANCHES AND GLUE
THAT HOLD THIS FAT SANDWICH TOGETHER
"HEY YOU" SAID THE GURU TO THE BREW
I'D RATHER HAVE LETTUCE WITH MY BRANSTON PICKLE TONIGHT!

BLAME FOOD AND THE BRANCHES AND GLUE
THAT HOLD THIS FAT SANDWICH TOGETHER
"HEY YOU" SAID THE GURU TO THE BREW
I'D RATHER HAVE LETTUCE WITH MY BRANSTON PICKLE TONIGHT!

copyright control 2003-2005 (when originally written by Jack Timothy Oake Randell)

all rights reserved 2023 c

Vanegan - Branston Pickle - 07:07:2023, 17.46

Lyrics and music written and composed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell
Produced by Jack Timothy Oake Randell
Instrumentation and Vocals performed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell

Never met a man cry like he has been
he smiles then he tries to numb the pain with the morphine
never saw a child fly but he's fine so i sigh
and try to numb the side of the troubled teen

refry your mind and save it for now
a little backbone, little lactose
tell me is he me?

never heard a mother read so peacefully
he feeds, then she reads a little more until he sleeps
once i caught an old man down her dirty underwear
as he glared and grinned as they stared at me

refry your mind and save it for now
a little backbone, little lactose
push it back in please

Never met a man cry like he has been
he smiles then he tries to numb the pain with the morphine
never saw a child fly but he's fine so i sigh
and try to numb the side of the troubled teen

refry your mind and save it for now
a little backbone, little lactose
push it back in please

wipe off the c-section i found
little backbone, little lactose
set your heart on me

copyright control 2001-2005
all rights reserved 2023 c

Vanegan - C-Section - 07:07:2023, 21.38

Lyrics and Music written and composed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell
Produced by Jack Timothy Oake Randell
Instrumentation performed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell

Lace you mind and your precious things
make your mind up your enemy
find your soul in your alcohol
blind my role of being on the dole 

i support the air cadets
tylenol cocktailed gritz
dope and mope around for days
quit telling me its all
just a.... just a.... phase

lace your mind with your methanol
taste the ego in male fools
i owe you an injury
"step forward - don't be shy - feel free"

i support the air cadets
tylenol cocktailed gritz
dope and mope around for days
quit telling me its all
just a.... just a.... phase

i support the air cadets
tylenol cocktailed gritz
dope and mope around for days
quit telling me its all
just a.... phase

i support the air cadets
tylenol cocktailed gritz
dope and mope around for days
quit telling me its all
just a.... just a.... just a.... just a.... phase! 
a phase! a phase! a phase! a phase! a phase! a phase! a phase! a phase! phase! phase! phase! phase! phase! phase!

copyright control 2002-2005
all rights reserved 2023 c

Vanegan - Clean Sweep Nebula - 07:07:2023, 21.54

lyrics and music written by Anonymous
produced by Jack Timothy Oake Randell
instrumentation and vocals performed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell

need self enclosure
never at hand
need a different posture
even though i'm damned
gonna need some lead
gonna seed some lime
gonna take your time
or not

need you to heal the pain
do what you think is sane
scrape my open flaws
no i'm not your whore

i'm not your whore
not your whore
not your whore

need a lot more flora
ready at hand
some say we lost her
it wasn't what we planned
gonna need some bread
gonna breathe some line
gonna take our time
or not!

need you to heal the pain
do what you think is sane
scrape my open flaws
i am not your whore

no i'm not your whore
no i'm not your whore
no i'm not your whore
not your whore
no i'm not your whore

need self enclosure
never at hand
need a different posture
even though i'm damned
gonna need some lead
gonna seed some lime
gonna take my time
or not

need you to heal the pain (or not)
do you what you think is sane (or not)
scrape my open flaws (or not)
no i'm not your whore!!

NEEDED YOU TO HEAL THE PAIN (OR NOT!)
DO WHAT YOU THINK IS SANE (OR NOT!)
SCRAPE MY OPEN FLAWS
I AM NOT YOUR WHORE!!!!!!!
NO I'M NOT YOUR WHORE!!!!!!
NO I'M NOT YOUR WHORE!!!!!!
NO I'M NOT YOUR WHORE!!!!!

not your whore
not your whore
not your whore
not your whore
not your whore
not your whore
not your whore
not your whore
not your whore
not your whore
not your whore

Rest In Peace Courtney Cobain. <3

Vanegan - Tangerine - 10:07:2023, 22.04

lyrics and music written and composed by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
instrumentation performed and recorded by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
engineered and produced by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
published 1st by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)

swingin' in the breeze n' laughing at the trees
ALONG COMES HOMME AND THROWS IT ALL AWAY
it seems she's dancin' with the leaves
ALONG COMES HOMME AND THROWS IT ALL AWAY
look to the books for a good start
ALONG COMES HOMME AND THROWS IT ALL AWAY
dry your eyes and turn out the dark
ALONG COMES HOMME AND THROWS IT ALL AWAY

Gypsy Rose drink this Tea
If she tells the leaves to see
twisted wooden Willow chime
bend her arrr and break the sign
Hectic leisures send their Love
Clogged up wings my darling Dove
twisted wooden Willow tree
Bend her arms and set her free
Bend her arms and set her free
Bend her arms set her free
Bend her arrr set her free

swingin' in the breeze n' laughing at the trees
ALONG COMES HOMME AND THROWS IT ALL AWAY
it seems she's dancin' with the leaves
ALONG COMES HOMME AND THROWS IT ALL AWAY
look to the books for a good start
ALONG COMES HOMME AND THROWS IT ALL AWAY
dry your eyes and turn out the dark
ALONG COMES HOMME AND THROWS IT ALL AWAY

Gypsy Rose drink this Tea
If she tells the leaves to see
twisted wooden Willow time
bend her arrr and break the sign
Hectic leisures send their Love
Clogged up wings my darling Dove
twisted wooden Willow tree
Bend her farms and set her free
set her free
set her free

Gypsy Rose, drink this Tea.

this song is copyright control 2005 - 2023 c
all rights reserved 2005-2023 c

Homme - 30:12:2023, 17.05

lyrics and music written and composed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak), the class of 2005-2007 - Hereford College Of Arts, National Diploma in Music Practice, and the lead singer of the band Dodgy
instrumentation (and voice) composed and performed by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
engineered and recorded by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
produced by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
published by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)

i'm bored, i'm done for the day
i'm sore, over-done for a day
in doors, in the end, it will pay
i'll score, get by in a way

damn! damn! dirty harry
get him from the Taliban -
BANG! bomber carry - 
in the good old Rambo-man
Man, Uncle Sam
pull your f***ing socks up man
damn man! damn man! damn damn damn

damn! damn! dirty harry
get him from the Taliban -
BANG! bomber carry - 
in the good old Rambo-man
Man, Uncle Sam
pull your f***ing socks up man
damn man! damn man! damn damn damn DAMN

we're wired, we're dealing with the sights
we're hired, for peeling back the blights (blighters)
so tired as i fight on for your rights
the backfired, is feeding from the knight

damn! damn! dirty harry
get him from the Taliban -
BANG! bomber carry - 
in the good old Rambo-man
Man, Uncle Sam
pull your f***ing socks up man
damn man! damn man! damn damn

damn! damn! dirty harry
get him from the Taliban -
BANG! bomber carry - 
in the good old Rambo-man
Man, Uncle Sam
pull your f***ing socks up man
damn man! damn man! damn damn damn DAMN!

(solo)

i'm bored, i'm done for the day
i'm sore, over-done for a day
in doors, in the end, it will pay
i'll score, get by in a way

....

damn! damn! dirty harry
get him from the Taliban -
BANG! bomber carry - 
in the good old Rambo-man
Man, Uncle Sam
pull your f***ing socks up man
damn man! damn man! damn damn damn

damn! damn! dirty harry
get him from the Taliban -
BANG! bomber carry - 
in the good old Rambo-man
Man, Uncle Sam
pull your f***ing socks up man
damn man! damn man! damn damn damn

damn! damn! dirty harry
get him from the Taliban -
BANG! bomber carry - 
in the good old Rambo-man
Man, Uncle Sam
pull your f***ing socks up man
damn man! damn man! damn damn damn

damn! damn! dirty harry
get him from the Taliban -
BANG! bomber carry - 
in the good old Rambo-man
Man, Uncle Sam
pull your f***ing socks up man
damn man! damn man! damn damn damn DAMN!

DAMN MAN! DAMN MAN! DAMN!
PULL YOUR F***ING SOCKS UP MAN!

this song is copyright controlled (2005-2007) 2023c
all rights reserved (2005-2007) 2023

Pull Your Fucking Socks Up Man (Dirty Harry) - 02:01:2024, 20.14

lyrics and music written and composed by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
instrumentation (and vocals) performed by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
engineered and produced by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
published by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)

i wanna write again, i wanna pick up my pen
i wanna read again, just to prove that i can
i wanna breathe again, just to be what i am

and now i'm looking at the sky thinkin' "is it worth my time?"

it's a dead-pan dream living life inside your scene
there's a middle-class chance that ya see the un-seen
wrappin' up my Ketamine hopin' that i get with 'Flim'
everythin's gonna be

it's a dead-pan dream living life inside your scene
there's a lower-class chance that ya see the un-seen
wrappin' up my Ketamine hopin' that i get with 'Flim'
everythin's gonna be fine

i know i'm on the run, 'cause there's nowhere to hide
i'm bleedin' bags of 'fun', can't afford suicide
i'm gonna get my gun, shootin' blanks at the tide
an' now i'm lookin' at the sea wishin' it would swallow up me

it's a dead-pan dream living life inside your scene
there's a middle-class chance that ya see the un-seen
wrappin' up my Ketamine hopin' that i get with 'Flim'
everythin's gonna be

it's a dead-pan dream living life inside your scene
there's a lower-class chance that ya see the un-seen
wrappin' up my Ketamine hopin' that i get with 'Flim'
everythin's gonna be fine

(solo)

i want to float again, just ta 'toke on the vine'
i want to cope again, in this day, age, and time
i want to hope my friend, i'm gettin' dollars and dimes

an' now i'm lookin' at the sea wishin' it would swallow up me

it's a dead-pan dream living life inside your scene
there's a lower-class chance that ya see the un-seen
wrappin' up my Ketamine hopin' that i get with 'Flim'
everythin's gonna be fine

it's a dead-pan dream living life inside your scene
there's a middle-class chance that ya see the un-seen
wrappin' up my Ketamine hopin' that i get with 'Flim'
everythin's gonna be fine

it's a dead-pan dream living life inside your scene
there's a higher-class chance that ya see the un-seen
wrappin' up my Ketamine hopin' that i get with 'Flim'
everythin's gonna be fine

it's a dead-pan dream living life inside your scene
there's a diddle-class chance that ya see the un-seen
wrappin' up my Ketamine hopin' that i get with 'Flim'
everythin's gonna be fine

DEAD-PAN DREAM!!!! DEAD-PAN DREAM!!!!
DEAD-PAN DREAM!!!! DEAD-PAN DREAM!!!!
DEAD-PAN DREAM!!!! DEAD-PAN DREAM!!!!
DEAD-PAN DREAM!!!! DEAD-PAN DREAM!!!!

this song is copyright controlled (originally crafted for the band Crimson Playdö in 2007-2008c) / 2024c
all rights reserved 2024c

Dead Pan Dream - 09:01:2024, 18.04

lyrics and music written and composed by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
instrumentation including voice performed by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
engineered and produced by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)

i'm too stupid for my eyes
too stupid for the flies
so stupid guys?

i'm too sketchy for my love
too stenchy for her Dove
soo sticky

(Solo)

i'm too fucked up for your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

i'm too fucked up for your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

(Solo)

you're too young to see the size
of consequence so rise
against the...

guys too fucked up from the lies
too stupid for their wives
so cupid

i'm too fucked up for your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

i'm too fucked up for your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

i'm too stupid in their eyes
too stupid in disguise
so stupid it hurts

(Solo)

so i'm too fucked up for your lives
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

i'm too fucked up in your lives
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

'cause i'm too fucked up in your lives
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

so i'm so fucked up in your lies
too fucked up for your eyes
so fucked up

so i'm so fucked up in your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so Fffffffff

(Solo)

I'm too fucked up for your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

so I'm too fucked up for your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

and I'm too fucked up for your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

so I'm too fucked up for your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

I'm too fucked up for your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

I'm too fucked up for your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

(Solo)

i'm too fucked up for my eyes
too stupid for the flies
so stupid 'Guys?'

this song is copyright control (august 2007) 2024c
all rights reserved 2024c

Left Said Linv - 20:01:2024, 16.17

arranged by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
guitar arranged and performed by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
drums edited by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
engineered and produced by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)

this song is copyright control 2024c
all rights reserved 2024c

'Reel Jig' - 26:01:2024, 11.23

Raven Session at Jak'e 17.2.2024 - 20:02:2024, 16.05

lyrics and music written and composed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak)
instrumentation performed and recorded by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak)
vocal sung by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak)
produced and published by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak)


bones dry and my skull is left
phones fly and our friends are next
can't teach and old trick new dogs
there's nothing new with, Nephilim 
there's nothing new with, Nephilim 
there's nothing new with, Nephilim

Air Taking Exchange

bones dry and my skull is left
phones fly and our friends are next
can't teach and old trick new dogs
there's nothing new with, Nephilim 

solo

'Air Taking Exchange'

'Plant Some Plants'
'Plant Some Trees'
'Drink Some Drinks'
'Smoke Some Weeds'

'Plant Some Plants'
'Plant Some Trees'
'Drink Some Beers'
'Smoke Some Weeds'

this song is copyright control 2024c
all rights reserved 2024c

Clean 'Em Airwaves - 20:02:2024, 20.28

What The Actual F** (WTAF)

performed and recorded by Jack Randell and James Burnham
written by Jack Randell

copyright controlled 2019

two's up on that straight then mush
waste nothing in the wreck for sure
two's up on that fag there mucka
bails are funniest when they're sore

fail to bail never kissing the floor

chuck up a swig of that beer bo
crumpton oaks sending sparks
tax a chuck on the whisky and vodka
glass on the floor it's a knees-up for sure

fail to bail never kissing the floor
set sail to know what to adhere for
fail to fail never reaching the cure
fail to grind 'em down with another crap law

ay arr ay ay ay arr
tra la di da have a good time by far

three's up on that mover-shaker
move it like ya never have in here
unfreeze appalachian dancer
hooly-hoo with a nice cold full beer

fail to bail never kissing the floor

chap up another spun out raver
colours and class in a glassless time
it's all hood in the blimey governor
tell the family to be doing just fine

fail to bail never kissing the floor
set sail to know what to adhere for
fail to fail never reaching the cure
fail to grind 'em down with another crap law

ay arr ay ay ay arr
tra la di da have a good time by far

two's up on that straight then mush
waste nothing in the wreck for sure
two's up on that fag there mucka
bails are funniest when they're sore

chuck up a swig of that beer bo
crumpton oaks sending sparks
tax a chuck on the whisky and vodka
glass on the floor it's a knees-up for sure

fail to bail never kissing the floor
set sail to know what to adhere for
fail to fail never reaching the cure
fail to grind 'em down with another crap law

ay arr ay ay ay arr
tra la di da have a good time by far

TraLaDeDa

written by Jack Timothy Oake Randell
recorded at Stoke Lacy Mill Studio
Performed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell

all rights reserved 2020

I don't want a shower
I smell too normally
wait until the bugs kick me off my mattress
my cotton has moulded perfectly now

black mould ding ding moulding
black mould ding ding moulding

Shower

A story based on a blues song written by Amie Randell
written by Amie Randell, Jack Randell
produced by Sebastian Godfroid
copyright control 2020

In no way shape or form does this song reflect the writer's opinion on small animals, No animals were harmed in the making of this song

I woke up one morning and got out of bed
and i stepped on a hedgehog and thought it was dead
then in the end it is this that is what was said
i hope you're in pain boy oh i really do
'cause you flattened me like something under your shoe
and when i see you again mark my words true
i'll snuff you out with my whole hedgehog crew son
he limped out my doorway and rolled down the stairs 
now i'm really worried i'm pulling my hair out
a foot full of spines and a feeling of pain
rode to the cafe had no-one to blame
pulled out my wallet and bought me a coke
and i couldn't tell if i was part of a joke
a gypsy a farmer and all kinds of folk were there
well i guess its safe to say that we were scared
the gypsy began with a story that animals all live in fear
and as i was sat on this rickety chair i wondered
what do they fear most?
so he continued i started to calm 
when who should roll in with a very big army of friends, acquaintances, motley crew,
eyes and spines directed at you
didn't quite know what the devil to do
well if i was you i'd make way for the hedgehog crew...
and that crippled little hedgehog with an evil grin was there
he pointed at me yeah he pointed at me
the fury in his beady eyes shone brighter than the brightest skies
he pointed at me yeah he pointed at me
and they all ran at once and the farmer started to scream!
spines they were flying all over the place
cries of the women reaching for their mace
aim it at them please not into my face
i knew what i had to do-oo
i got stuck in with a leg and an arm
intention was never to cause any harm
i lost my temper, sound the alarm!
boy, those hedgehogs flew...
the dust it then settled how i was appalled
at the rodent limbs sliding off all of the walls
i picked up a table, a chair and a stool
invited the gypsy to play me at pool
now if you're thinking that that was the end
of the war on the hogs, it's nice to pretend
my foot is now healing and back on the mend
the foxes and badgers are safe again...
a week or two later in front of a paper 
a nice cup of tea and a piping hot pizza
a hedgehog broke in with a magnum 9mm!
he said all predictably "You're gonna die! so listen up punk, say your goodbye!"
I over-reacted threw pepperoni in his eye
the critter was angry and rightly so for the meat on the go
i was brought up to know it's not right to fight the slow
when all said and done and you stop having fun
and a rodent creeps in and starts waving a gun in your face
pull out the blender, turn the blighter into paste

Vanegan - Tangerine - 10:07:2023, 22.04

RAVEN JAK 3