The population has greatly decreased. And now the odds have greatly increased. That I may someday have a chance To kiss your lips. I thank The Lord each day for the apocalypse. Folks are mostly disfigured or dead. But, sugar, I won’t let it go to my head. My Momma's face has dripped down into the dirt. But I’m still chasing chitlins, whiskey and skirt.
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etiquetas: full throttle , ost , chitlins whiskey and skirt , increased chances 
