Testo Workerboy

killing cats in the basement where your home is and will be guting fish in passing like your life is and will be eating flesh in the night where you´re wicked and will be sweet dreams are gone there are none a man without joy the irrational workerboy insult friends at the weekend where you´re a worker and will be keep your children busy in the garden where the carcass will be always the same in your mind where your sorrows will be sweet dreams are gone there are none a man without joy the irrational work