Blizzard of 77
in blizzard of 77the cars were just lumps on the snowand then latertripping in 7-11the shelves were stretching out of controlon a plane ridethe more it shakesthe more i have to let gonow the signalsstill getting all mixed upwere always doing damage controlbut in the middle of the night i worryits blurry even without lighti know i have got a negative edgethats why i sharpen all the others a lotits like flowers or ladybugspretty ****s or red beetles with dots(chorus)i miss you more than i knew(repeat)