The Military School Dance Dismissal

The cobra feels like this
Otherwise, yes, of course, we miss
A French coach close up beneath the rear
We're playing guns again, we have no fear

Super balls, they cause the problem hearts
Apples fresh, and screw you in an outer space hypnotic, it's a bite
None of them or all of us will fight
Time is blowing constantly of fit
Lately I've been thinking out of shit

Nervous skin, no humble pack, no fun
Freshly from a coma on the run
Secret stuffs and space inspects itself
Frost collects itself upon the shelf

Audio James never had a chance
Never had a bullet for the dance