Pineapple's Creek

He's tall and reaching his 20's - he has the balls to take take take.

A veteran in gluing chips together, to the tribe one of his best achievements to date.
"I have roots in my brain".

A diamond in the rough, the possession of his sugar cunt violet dame.

They twist tongues of pineapple flavor, airheaded both of them.
There's more potential to him.

Man I've got an army of seventy-thousand grandmothers on high-heels,
holding rifles,
swords.

This side proves to be the strongest.
Change directions.
We'll give give give.

Leave Windy Sally behind.

Put an acetaminophen on this wine, say:
"Windy Sally please drink the wine"


At the end, France will be calling: "mass meeting"
Singing vespers, fueling our bodies.