Open call for prison architects

Send me your blueprints ASAP

Stack the walls such that I cannot breathe

Man is breedin' forever, because of the weather I hope soon to leave from

the east



No more absolutes, no more absolutes

Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent and run along, Leigh



Amateur seasalt gatherers colonized

They're good enough for Conrad Hilton, not good enough for my eyes

I trust you will tell me if I am making a fool of myself

Man is breedin' forever, breedin' forever, they come out and blister the

sea, oh yeah