Jonathan Wilson
Jonathan Wilson
Jonathan Wilson
Jonathan Wilson
Jonathan Wilson
Jonathan Wilson
Jonathan Wilson
Jonathan Wilson
Jonathan Wilson
Jonathan Wilson
Jonathan Wilson
Jonathan Wilson
I was dreaming of ocean runs
And bombing down PCH again
To see the blue like the
Wanderer A million bucks
Fuck
It's just a white trash dream
Shine you spinning ball
Thrive God help us all
I was light when nature had not
Formed Truth within compound
Mystery
That big ol' sun
The temple we
Adore A coupla
Trillion
We can make it all just gleam
Shine you spinning ball
Thrive I just have to warn you all
A Stud Ram is coming
Just gather around and
See
He’s going to fuck the whole
World With his evil and greed
He’s made his
Reservation For a big
Night on the town
When he pits us all against
Us And fucks us in the
Mouth
But not you and me
No not you and
Mе Right?