Beltsander

Hey man
How's Sarsaparilla?
I'm so desperate for a haircut
Never sing songs about coffee and cigarettes they just sound rubbish
Attempts to tape my subconscious mind in between seasons
It's my raison d'etreon
Dodecahedrons
I can take them or leave them
Holiday and the cats back
No we've already done that
I hate those rhymes
The glass is half full
I can't even see the fucking glass
Maybe I need to change my contact lens prescription
But if I had to be a tool
I'd be a belt sander
I'd be a belt sander for you