Shake Well Lyrics

Music, it kills your brain cells
So please turn this off my son
And write poetry
Of birds and pretty things

Flowers and whores
Don't mean a thing to me
They represent everything I hate

Your beliefs are slowly dying
So just stop trying
Why even bother
Putting up with this
Just to come and feel it

Flowers and whores
Don't mean a thing to me
They represent everything I hate