8.Styloroc(Nites Of Suburbia)
After many weeks in the wilderness we came upon a strange,
exotic life.
A land of happy hours where the skies are grey and the food
exceptionally greasy.
We drank strange brown liquids, and our stomachs swelled up like
balloons.
A thousand fake orgasms every night behind thick draylon
curtains.
They go on and on and on and on.
Oh! We sank back into long PVC sofas.
Outside dogs roamed the streets and the roof-tops, plus it would
rain
But now we've grown so fat we can no longer pass through the
door.
Stay we must, sprouting black hair beneath bry-nylon underwear.
Yes, you will stay; these nights of suburbia go on and on and on
and on and on and on and
on.
They go on and on and on and on and on and on and on.
Yeah, oh, I'm feeling greasy.
Oh, I can't hear you. Oh, you're fading away. Oh no. Oh...
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