You pour their food and they look to see which bowl is the fullest, and then fight over it.
pics or it didn’t happen
But in the furthest place I’ve ever known
Where even I so rarely roam
There lives a boy who just come back from war
His flesh was wounded but he made it back home
His mother calls him by his given name
And the neighbors whisper how he prefers to be alone
And he gets nightmares about boys dripping blood sold for 2.99 a gallon
i went fllyin’ out of my window
been caught doin’ it once or twice
but it feels so real nice
an’ i’ve been flyin’ ever since
an’ i’ve neen flyin’ in the skies
Third of the Teen
I got nothing.
Punk rock songs in response to fantastic racism?