Store Mood Swings

If my moods swung like this, I'd hazard enslave a race and found a nation, then have my gaslit-victims chisel four of my colleagues features into a mountain cliff, but I'd probably just quit the band and become a junkie because what I really want to do is to try on dresses, because cocaine and David Bowie. Frusciante's the man. Everybody loves The Peppers. Everybody knows what little girls in Sweden are dreaming now, thanks to Anthony. Greta's dreams probably store have black masks and gasoline in them. John'd get that; Big Takeover and all.

Hope,
Oh hope
Oh nope
Oh Pope

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