Drains of the Festival Abyss
2024-04-17
Erstellt von christophe mit Udio AI
Drains of the Festival Abyss
2024-04-17
Lyrics
Ever notice at festivals, the storm drains become black holes? Swallowing anything, from phones to your mom’s favorite earrings. You’re out there, dancin’, romancin’, but that drain’s just freelancin’, Gobblin' up your dignity with the trash and the rain, You look down, and it's like a tiny Bermuda Triangle right there in the mud, Only instead of ships, it's half your fries and your Bud.
