a nuclear explosion breathing down your back, when it feels like you're brain is burning, so much so that you no longer care about littering, or whether you live or die., but only about singing
well I don't care about litter
and i don't care if i die
(well all I care about's singin)
I got a flamethrower love!
honey can't ya see?
and i don't care if i die
(well all I care about's singin)
I got a flamethrower love!
honey can't ya see?
by George Washington Christ December 22, 2004
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