Snafoo at Zankou Now isn’t the time for your tears, I said, demonstrating that even bob dylan can be repurposed by villains Refilling your old wood paneled Lexus I don’t ask the year too noble for the Mobil station convertible top down LA was our parents town Anyone else would have left by now Our nameless thing Where we don’t have to quote anyone Slowly becoming too much fun (music: dun dun dun!!!) My own wood paneled bmw parked in the leather jacket of a dead man Retardant to the real deal Dreaming of a girl a guy told him about Who likes to get choked out Who serves herself up to you as one big fuckmeal Our nameless thing Where we quote no one Where I never ask about the time Zankou Chicken was established in 1962 Mr Zankou’s secret menu Even after a triple murder in the family The place still hasn’t gone bust I’m sorry for the angry stuff I said When I wasn’t me and we weren’t us
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