Snowy Boy

Hey there Snowy Boy, what’s your name?
No blue birds here man, what’s your game?
Snowy Boy chinned and, stroked his tie,
I got something to say boy, open wide.
His road they say it, smells like fish
like he’s got a white cat voice, so British.
On the corner, looking down.
He’s the puggy funky hero, puffing around.

London Heaven or Manchester
Snowy Boy knows, how to impress her.
Crowd surf with her legs wide open,
not to blame when things get broken.

I’ll take you to other side, change your life.
Speak in dead tongue so, you know I
know the world coz I’m so, socio polo.
get you to Bo Bo, here’s my Jo Jo.

Peak lake Eden or the Thames
Snowy Boy knows how to impress them.
Crowd surf with their legs wide open
not to blame when things get broken.

Fabricated butterfly, p.o.p.
Jack’s not gonna cry, p.h.p.
Fill a little bowl up, piss on life.
feathers fall to fists Boy, right to fight.
Perma herma, revolution
ain’t a purge it’s a, solution.

-MrViren

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