The_Going_Price_For_Blue_Gowns

So tell me about your worst day Tubes all in your kids mouth Well, how'd he like his birthday? The coward caught a ride, he's way out No baby lines in blue gowns No refunds on the gift wrap Your feeds all full of shit now These burials in black are played out Call it: 22:00 If all the loved you had was tied up in his broken limbs He's puppy thin The skin on the stone Well if he needs you like that He could have called you or something But now he needs you like bad It's heavy His colour switched like that I didn't hear him say a word