Trust me, when you read the lyrics to Soft youll be glad he sounds like his in a rush to collect his pick-up from the liquer store...
"Im passed out in your "garden", I'm in I cant get off, Im so soft. I'd pop myself in your body, Id come all over your party, but Im soft. So SO-OW-OW-OW-OW-OWWWWWWFT"
The subtle elegance is astounding eh?
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We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell,
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell.
Into the ear of every anarchist that sleeps, but doesn't dream,
We must sing
We must sing
We must sing
I CAN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN DEATH AND GLORY....
And Im so clever But clever ain't wise
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