Pleasure

Lyrics

to laugh
to die
to scrawl on soiled lies
we all saw the deft cigarillo
it was the right thing to do
we all burn the trenchant definitions
we all burn the austere components
fortunate plagues are left far behind us
his new congress is all that remains
trade inconvenience will certainly save us
the virile missile is hiding in the wall
this ubiquitous end is making noises
it was the right thing to do