The operator he comes later, he’s stocked in the elevator, and in his cabin lives shyamalan’s devil, and the groon is left aloon, so it’s much too soon for honey moon, so uncool Your tears will swamp her swimming pool the devil and the bridge, then leaving in a kite van, dancing with the upwinds, …
The operator he comes later,
he’s stocked in the elevator,
and in his cabin
lives shyamalan’s devil,
and the groon is left aloon,
so it’s much too soon for honey moon,
so uncool
Your tears will swamp her swimming pool
the devil and the bridge, then
leaving in a kite van,
dancing with the upwinds,
like two loonley dolphins
Stupid rhymes sung in coal mines
Stupid rhymes that miss a little sunshine
Down in the coalmine, down,
Stupid rhymes that miss the sunshine
And Mr. Win-Win’s eyes,
there is a dark pin,
through one of his eyelid,
which makes him look quite morbid.
He gives you a warm hug,
means nothing but luck,
the first win is big,
the second one is so shit,
there is really not much to suffer,
on a poet with bad metaphores,
for those who don’t like their brain,
no penis, no money, no gain.
Stupid rhymes sung in coal mines
Stupid rhymes that miss a little sunshine
Down in the coalmine, down,
Stupid rhymes that miss the sunshine
The end is near,
Pope’s advice is “No Fear”,
after we are all dead,
heroine to your head,
where shall we go,
little we know,
like Dafoe’s Robinson Crusoe