Slowcoach breathing in the fumes of an iron on

bite the hammer
that feeds the nail
cuz someone is always frail
and someone is always getting there
they're sucking a spliff
just to make it there.
you sit and you glance
oh, but you, don't, care.
someone is breating here!
no, i won't say a thing.
capitalists keep me meek.
nothing matters anyways.
the heart that's still beating wins.
i'd speak of the Tetrarchs
oh, but you, don't care.
someone is breathing here!