Fin - Pavement

Open call for prison architects

Send me your blueprints A.S.A.P

Stack the walls such that I cannot breathe

Man is breedin' forever, because of the weather

I hope soon to leave from the east

No more absolutes, no more absolutes

Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent and run along, Leigh

Amateur sea salt gatherers colonized

They’re good enough for Conrad Hilton, not good enough for my eyes

I trust you will tell me if I am making a fool of myself

Man is breedin' forever, breedin' forever, they come out and blister the

Sea, oh yeah