Roundup

We both are late for the last roundup
Life sucks and stinks just like cow flop
Why pick a stubborn fight with death?
Let's better make it until we lose our breath

I made my bed, now I'm flat on my ass
I turns me off, I need no bad grass
Dunno how long ago I lost my hold
The visions of the paradise just left me cold

For a love too deep i might catch hell
Before we die, behold the one who rings a bell

by Aram Stefanian

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