Wednesday, April 26, 2006

I wrote a Streets song.

Me and me mates was hunting some birds
Pissed as a skunk, you know, acting like turds
And then we got drunker and drunker still
And then we drank more and more swill

And then I cried about some ephemeral, depressing thing and spouted some bar stool philosophy in a charming accent over beats.

2 comments:

meow! taco stand said...

jealous much?

Anonymous said...

Jealous is the wrong word, actually. Envy is the right one.