There was an old lady who melted a face, I don't why she melted a face - perhaps she'll die.
There was an old lady who felted a mace, she felted the mace to bash the face, I don't why she melted a face - perhaps she'll die.
There was an old lady who became desperanado, she became desperanado to felt the mace to bash the face, I don't why she melted a face - perhaps she'll die.
There was an old lady who warred with rainbows, she warred with rainbows to become desperanado, she became desperanado to felt the mace, she felted the mace to bash the face, I don't why she melted a face - perhaps she'll die.
Basically come and get owned by an imaginary old lady who might or might not die for our first gig of the year and it'll be real fun. We love you guys.
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