J. Smith

There's a man on the street And he looks at his feet form his window And he sweares at the sun And he curses the moon for its shadow Ohh Take a leaf from his book Take a thread from his suite He's a new man And he prays to his god That he reaps his reward For his new plan Oh the mould has been cast The radio's in the bath Yeah yeah yeah Labor tuus nunc ad terminum Sed per deos vade retro Nomen nusquan video Carbo in culo in aeternitatem Placet satanae te vedere