Alaskan Flounder Basket

I remember business Before it gets too deep enough I remember when your walls you walk close In bitterness, constraint onward In bitterness, game on... Look what you've done You've gone to play the man again Look what you've got A mindless work load A tasteless dog Morning wood A stabing end and your alone... I love your. Nice surprise You'll get it one day for yourself Fuller. A nice surprise... We bow our heads Over and over and over again Off with her head When will it end? I'll be seeing your fucking faces soon Sooner then you know Night falls to the grace of what we know Praise all the pretty girls We'll bide alone Of what we know By and by To the grace of what we know Needles spin to the drop of flow.