Personal Flashback/HumpDay PicDump

The jungle is a live place
Hell
Except it’s got a yellow face
Well
Well

Stoned in Saigon
The gooks are dying easy
A mother loving son
A Stoned success of all events
I pass the test but do not rest
I’m feeling kind of queasy

The Sargent uses cocaine
Nice
He’s out-of-sight and out-of-mind
Twice
Twice

Stoned in Saigon
The gooks are damn amazing
Lying in a song
While we can laugh about the past
While rednecks bring (?) our photographs
Without grass I think we’d all go crazy

The company is good here
Kind
And mescaline is good out here
Fine
Fine

Stoned in Saigon
The gooks are dying easy
A mother loving son

Stoned in Saigon
The gooks are getting lazy
Lying in a song

Stoned in Saigon
The gooks are dying easy
A mother loving son

Stoned in Saigon
The gooks are getting lazy
Lying in a song

Stoned in Saigon
The gooks are dying easy

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“Manners is what holds a society together. At bottom, propriety is concern for other people. When that goes out the window, the gates of hell are shortly opened and ignorance is King.”