I've been changing nursery rhymes into whatever I fancy and I have this insatiable feeling going on that nothing's ever good enough, so I make every bits and pieces my own.
One two, I'm staying away from you. Three four, don't you knock on my door. Five six, let me stitch. Seven eight, I'm doing great. Nine ten, fuck you man.
One two, I'm staying away from you. Three four, don't you knock on my door. Five six, let me stitch. Seven eight, I'm doing great. Nine ten, fuck you man.
Alas, creatures.
