Sapling Fuzz Fuck

You don't like it, no When everybody else goes home And they're not sorry They're not sorry for what they did Give it up for the kid I don't like you, hey I never said it was okay And I'm not sorry I'm not sorry if that's a shame to you Can't handle the truth We're not sorry and I don't think that's supposed to be Whack a beat Smelly feet Wacky beast Blown to pieces I don't care Too much for that nonsense you call sensible It's reprehensible, nonsensical A silent call A piled up hole A stolen store