The Establishment From the Print
I enter a room that isn’t ready for me It acts like I wasn’t even invited The jobless horse goes around No job No job No job Now that’s something to celebrate I find a sound chair & take it home
I enter a room that isn’t ready for me It acts like I wasn’t even invited The jobless horse goes around No job No job No job Now that’s something to celebrate I find a sound chair & take it home
& your mouth spills
smoke into my mouth