Curse Of The Birthmark

Social class and registers, cocaine in the hall all the way from California on the way to your next call to those non-negotiations to simulate a cause for the betterment of evils and your ways around the laws that keep you up and sitting pretty on a pedestal or bed and now you're sleeping like an angel, nevermind who you gave head. If there's something I can make of this or anything at all, it'd be the devil hates a loser and you thought you had it all.