For G 51(Laugh)

Calling all freaks in a twisted laughing fit

A party of a lifetime! For all you poor pathetic bastards, too dull to be interesting yourselves

(I saw you drive past them, G, toward menzies as id asked you, your love for me showing in your conscience t’was listening)

Come down, freaks, to the local service station!

for you, G

if i can turn contrariwise the scene

ill be your fool

your conscience could turn to forgetting its joylessness

when i look at you

we could laugh their laugh out of existence

then the world made good, between you and i

we’d forget theyd ever existed

we’d just be happy