"Methinks weed links drinks and meth
inks weed links drinks and meth
inks weed links drinks and..."
Police officer keeps rambling on and on and he screams in your ear from so far away and he grips your shoulders and your eyelids feel like boulders, slowly closing and he sings his good guy's cacophony, you hate him, he is just a phony.
Will he let you go?
"No. We'll notify your parents."
And he rants, he rants, and your teeth have dents and outside raindrops dance and you can see your body prance on your suburbian gallows.
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