Druglord Landlord Cold Foamers

I don't wanna be alone
But it's so nice to be alone
'Cause you will be there
With bugs in your hair

And we will sit in fall to find
Transparencies in made up time
And I'll take fresh notes
On how and why
The concrete floats

These devils creep
Up to me
And they want money
And they ask me why I’m so sad
That they feel bad for me
But they want my money