Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Now it needs to die
A slinger in the side of all mystery
I add with it a five
I add with it a nine
But I can't quit the stink of light
(If you've got a cough
You can cough for me
You might be nice)
Apologies less lately
To the soulless man