There is a lion out there. Be warned,
Mr. Rot-Gut
On Rain-days, on Sundays
on your sexy Fridays...
Your lion is there, waiting, waiting
Waiting for you Mr. Rot-Gut
to find out that there are no more friends like Ryan.
Waiting for you
to find out that Chino is just a place
where the wolf-man is lonely, and you'll never sail to Tahiti.
Waiting for you
to find out that Summer left and Anna stayed.
Waiting for you
to find out what Walking the Dog really means.
Waiting for you
to turn into slim and run the ceiling
and run across the walls.
Mr. Rot-Gut, Summer is gone.
I love the summer, and have built a career out of it.
Songs of summer, and of beaches, and of not having a beach.
What does that mean? I say.
Keep your money folded and in the right fashion.
Music is not colors!
Music is not played that way mister Rot-Gut.
Mr. Rot-Gut.
Mr. Got-Rut.
Don't you know it's hard to be the wolf-man tonight?
Don't you know that?
Do you even know what that means? Lil dog?
Marissas dead, Mr. Rot-Gut
When you danced around in glitter paint,
sparkling and all beautiful, and crazy,
and you said no one put the M in Manchester.
You said that Marissa died in
Mexico, and the rest is lies!
F.L.P.T.
Mr. Rot-Gut.
Your lions out there
and Marissas
Dead.
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