house awaits you A banquet shall be supplied But a towering, grumbling mood Said we don't want any food Then he turned to Shackleton and sighed REPEAT
my homies call me D to L-O-C You'll catch me at a party deep in OC Representing that punk rock stylee When I'm on the mic I make the crowd move To escape
fuck with us {repeat}) II. Said the Chair unto the Table "Now U know we are not able How foolishly U talk When U know we cannot walk" Said the Table with a sigh