Canadian Discipline

The gin burns my eyes when i take the song out of the machine. Bastard distillers. I read the monarchy leaked gin into the frigid english air to subdue the troglodytes and impress the farwells on steamships and scooners. I knew an english baboon who dreamt of monster cars and destruction while somewhere in my dream all my loved ones took fishing knife stabs at me. Good voodoo on you too my two legged friend if you're spelling friend bastard nowadays.