I go out walkin...

I go out walkin', through my birthright

out in the sunlight, just like you used to do

I'm always walkin', in the spot light,

Humming "fuck yo-o-ouu"

As the man once said, "The roads ahead are infinite, and all the choices are yours to make. Good luck!"

How's that Mandate of Heaven doing these days, by the way ? Not so hot, huh ?

Can you spot the birdy ?

Eventually a gringo surfer/jogger showed up, and... well...

Birds don't like pantsuit bois.

I walk for miles, along the beaches,

Through all your postcards, just like you wish you could

Well that's just my way of sayin' "fuck you too!"

I stop to see a weepin' willow, cryin' on his pillow

Maybe he's cryin' for ye-e-ee

And as the skies turn gloomy, night winds whisper to me

You're fucked as fucked can ever be.

Above : "today's special, beer the place's to let, sell, or give away".

Below : I've got both ends of the rainbow over here, feel me ? The motherfucken leprechauns are paying me motherfuckin' rent to bury shit there!

I go on walkin'...

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Sunday, 13 September, Year 12 d.Tr.