Fall. The Joke. Zeneszám

Go back go back
To your diseased control room
Don't be, don't be nice about it
Just spit it back

Why don't, ward off
Why don't you be mature about it?
In your gray raincoat

Off ward, ward off the joke

Violent food descends over you

Off ward, ward off the joke
The joke
Five years in a PC camp

Multicolored sweets in bottom of white sweet pack
The realization burns into my back

The joke
Five years in a PC camp
The joke

Violent food descends over you
The joke

The joke
Five years in a PC camp

The joke
Five years in a PC camp
The joke
Five years in a PC camp