From my rotting body, flowers shall grow…
cymru
Gwyrdd, Rhif Dau
I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.
Walk On By…
If I gave up the coffee I’d have to take my whiskey neat.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow…
I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.
If I gave up the coffee I’d have to take my whiskey neat.