Bad Boy - Frog

The military sobs

The missionary jogs

Their daughter’s cherry popped to various hits round the clock

Look at all my shit

Fuck you all.gov

Pull back the foreskin made of porcelain I wanna fall in love

Bad boy

The porch angel sings

The punks moved to queens

The mangers are full up tonight gotta sleep on the f train

Wop boppa doobop someone saw a shootout, mama threw your food out, aw the pain,

waitresses are chewed out I was eating why’d you do that o im sorry forgot

your name

Bad boy

Played a recording of horns from the 40s

She slipped through my fingers but lingers in the synapses like nicotine,

you taste her lips

There something wrong with me when i’m lonely I know

Ma its ok

Ill call you next couple days