Who was held by his own balls?
Who was held by his own balls?
I am trying to quit what you still have in sight
the end of the exit , everyone else’s mind
As I lay in the deep, too far to give a bite
tomorrow I will quit, I’m not going to die
It is down at your feet, wake up and make it right
stop pretending to sleep and please turn on the light
It is down at my feet but it’s such a delight
to see your face so green when I’m starting to lie
No surprises, O my fellow
all is written long lives ago
Much excuses at my elbow
Ask my pardon, slow the night bro
Some releases for me Sparrow
it is so late to make me go
Many faces to say hello
I am so in and you’re not so