Trilogy: z) Eliminator Jr.

Tears cruise away, packed and then took a shit
The sky is ours, dark stains on his pants
Enough to make him blush around the bone
Take a walk in the park, shit yeah!

Poor boy, a rich boy
A poor rich boy comin' right thru me
Rich boy, poor boy
Poor rich boy comin' right thru me



Credits
Writer(s): Kim Gordon, Steve Shelley, Thurston Moore, Lee Ranaldo
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