And another thing, Mr. Age of Enlightenment
Don’t lecture me about grammer, You think I’m frightened of you, man?
sydney, always hesitant with the Present
Reticent—there isn’t a plan he doesn’t jettison
sydney, you’re mad as a hatter, son, take your medicine
Damn, you’re in worse shape than the national debt is in
Sittin’ there useless as two shits
Hey, turn around, bend over, I’ll show you
Where my shoe fits