2022.01.15.
Magrela Fever
I scratch myself and get outthought is numb
Whole life ahead, exchange, court
Gear, brake, little oil in the chain
In a yellow shirt, with the skinny girl invoked
Cisco in the eye, look at the joke, crooked handlebars
Crumpled wheel, I go anyway
And I take the risk and lose it with my laughter
In the soft, in the good, I'm not going to be marking burrows
That evil runs wild
Slipper in the largest category
Slinging on the slopes, settling with the day
And I splash myself through the holes and stories
Laughter, I feel the honey in my mind
Sweet blood of life in the seeds
Beautiful and light I'll take it
With a cold head and a hot foot
And the heart pumping
pumping, pumping
pumping, pumping
Igniting the ideas
Ah, put tallow on your shins
It's fever in the skinny
It's fever in the skinny
Igniting the ideas
Ah, put tallow on your shins
It's fever in the skinny
It's fever in the skinny
Igniting the ideas
Ah, put tallow on your shins
It's fever in the skinny
It's fever in the skinny
Igniting the ideas
Ah, put tallow on your shins
It's fever in the skinny
It's fever in the skinny