PNDC & Housework
animal farm
September won't survive
It's pretty head won't be kept alive
Mine will rest against the door
Won't be near you anymore
1000 am a place I never cared to visit again
caught in a trap I just keep droning on and on
well, all things grow
maybe blossom or they plass
and in this shot
we're an animal farmâ¦
so don't ever break it down gently
we're endless touch and go
sometimes I think, sometimes it means nothing at all
it really means nothing at all