Comma and a Freaking Dot

Comma and a Freaking Dot

Uncoupled Valentine’s Day Townspeople get lonely. Like they’re on an island.

We’ll get you itching for a good time;

Off the blocks like Usain Bolt;

If you think you can endure;

Go ahead and jump right in the middle;

We’ll show you all the best spots;

Set you straight like an orthodontist;

If you leave we’ll let you back in;

You know we put it all together;

Making trades when the market’s hot;

Until they slam the brakes on;

The rich just think we’re nobodies;

Nothing more than an afterthought;

They cut our legs off at the knees;

But we’re going out with a bang;

We spit acid like sour milk;

Like a parasite from behind;

Make off with all the hot goods;

Clean them out like an enema;

We’ll sell it at the booty shop;

Draw everyone’s attention to it;

Flood’s coming, get your boats ready;

You can tell them it was me that said it;

Let’s empty out the gas tank;

Break it off to end their line;

We climb up like marsupials;

Shout out to our dead homies;

Turn the RPMs up on that record;

Our success is unqualified;

See our record covers everywhere;

Mount a trophy shelf on the wall;

We’re saying it with emphasis;

Curvy line and a freaking dot;