I was short one song for the blues album, so... here it is. I do not want to come off as a fundamentalist, which of course I am not. Had half of this written years ago. I added some lines and, Presto!
And chicks are programmed to get into this mindset of basically becoming decorations. Look pretty so you can get a higher paid sausage casin' to pay you to be his arm candy. There's a word fer dat. Homie don't play dat game. I paid completely for my past (3) and mostly for my present sausage casin'. Gotta share expenses now since I no longer make above average. 'Tis a personal sovereignty issue. I ain't beholden to no mortal flotsam! I don't waste my time and resources on that war paint garbage. EVER!
Only makeup I ever applied on me was black and white, a little like Cat Man of Kiss with a little more, along with my dog collar, makeshift studded vambrace consisting of 3 leather bracelets with one black driving glove, black jeans, fringed black moccasin boots, or low sausage casin' platform boots, black shirt with ripped sleeves to show off past buffed arms, and black dyed hair. Had a knife on belt, wallet with chain, wore keys on belt loop. Only did that a few times, with an inconsistent mixed accent that could have had me laughed out of all parts of the UK. Fun, but expensive act that was rarely performed. Hit the defunct Niles Station night club a few times to show off my past uber awesome rug cutting skills, and adopted a homeless dude in the city a couple of times dressed like that, and that was it. Learnt a bit from the homeless dudes. A fun game to play, but 4 or 5 times was enough.
I forgot! LOVE the song. Ye're a blues master. Brian agrees.
And chicks are programmed to get into this mindset of basically becoming decorations. Look pretty so you can get a higher paid sausage casin' to pay you to be his arm candy. There's a word fer dat. Homie don't play dat game. I paid completely for my past (3) and mostly for my present sausage casin'. Gotta share expenses now since I no longer make above average. 'Tis a personal sovereignty issue. I ain't beholden to no mortal flotsam! I don't waste my time and resources on that war paint garbage. EVER!
Only makeup I ever applied on me was black and white, a little like Cat Man of Kiss with a little more, along with my dog collar, makeshift studded vambrace consisting of 3 leather bracelets with one black driving glove, black jeans, fringed black moccasin boots, or low sausage casin' platform boots, black shirt with ripped sleeves to show off past buffed arms, and black dyed hair. Had a knife on belt, wallet with chain, wore keys on belt loop. Only did that a few times, with an inconsistent mixed accent that could have had me laughed out of all parts of the UK. Fun, but expensive act that was rarely performed. Hit the defunct Niles Station night club a few times to show off my past uber awesome rug cutting skills, and adopted a homeless dude in the city a couple of times dressed like that, and that was it. Learnt a bit from the homeless dudes. A fun game to play, but 4 or 5 times was enough.