Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

"Kiss and kill your boyfriend!
And all rich ones, too
Rich kids of the world unite! Rich kids of the

Dime on the bleachers
Head says not that far away
But the only way up is down
And i keep falling
Flip it again, but the answer
Hasn't spared its change

Doesn't matter how much time
You'll never forget that forgetting's required
Served on a platter of fakes!
It's inevitable!
We're proud to be pricks
We're proud to be assholes
We're proud to be assholes
We're proud to be assholes
We're proud to be assholes

Picking up the pieces one by one!
Picking up the pieces one by one!
Picking up the pieces!
Picking up the pieces one by!

Don't let it, dont let it ride
dont let it ride dont let dont let it ride

Answer, someone, anyone
Won't you pick up the pieces
You left behind?
Answer, someone, anyone
Won't you pick up the pieces
You left behind?

Kiss and Kill your boyfriend!!!" ~at the drive in