DUDE, I CAN'T DO MY CAPTAIN COOK ESSAY WHEN IM CRYING AND SINGING. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO ME. FUCK.
Anyway, beautiful lyrics, and sugar:
DOWN, DOWN, IN AN EARLIER ROUND, AND SUGAR WE'RE GOIN DOWN SWINGIN
erm, ash, what the fuck are you on.
Murphy's.
Okay then.
-leaves review section, stumbling-
Author's response
THAT ALMOST LOOKED LIKE COCK XD
I'M SORRY D:
I'LL BE YOUR NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET
A LOADED GUN COMPLEX COCK IT AND PULL IT