the title says it all.
we were pretty happy that rag shut down.
bunch of fucking sheep run it. bunch of fucking sheep have always run it. bunch of fucking sheep run it now that it's back.
who brought it back? who the fuck knows.
I'm sure they'll get a song when we find out.
hail sega, hail snk, fuck all else.
you see the same faces you laughed at on the way to the top
on the way down
and I'm sure we'll meet again
impromptu slaughter of an incessant pawn
she can't pick which dick
but where she's going, none need blowing
your little buddy with the cute logo and the glorified household appliance
ain't doin so well these days
make sure you stop to see him on the way down
cast down from the clouds
fading into the shadows
dreams cast aside
along saturns rings