Liquid Clothes / Gastank Shakedown

Blown sixteen routes up from Jerome. Maybe passed you when the yellow thread split us about the road. Freedom is the dye to liquid clothes.

Bleed about this artery. Make some sense out of the cloudiest gown you sew, you sew, you sew. Freedom is the dye to liquid clothes.

Presser foot, hammer down. Presser foot, hammer down. Baby’s got material, daddy’s burying needle now.
Dip in lakes makes a toxic shower. Dip in lakes makes a toxic shower.
Four on the floor, on the ground, out the town—shakedown.
You’re such a gastank. I always want to fill up in you. You got the money I can see myself talking to.

From Oregon Slogan (2011)

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