Trilogy z) Elimination Jr.
Tears cruise away, packed and then took a shit
The sky is ours, dark stains on his pants
Enough to make him blush around the bone
Take a walk in the park, shit yeah!
Poor boy, a rich boy
A poor rich boy comin' right thru me
Rich boy, poor boy
Poor rich boy comin' right thru me
Writer/s: KIM GORDON, LEE M. RANALDO, STEVEN JAY SHELLEY, THURSTON JOSEPH MOORE
