>>60659295
There's vomit on his flannel already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm and ready
To dump LINKs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin', how? Everybody's jokin' now
The clock's run out, time's up, over, BLAOW