the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.
My hair, the flaming roof of my brain, engulfs my thoughts with a red tinged subtlety that few understand.
My fellow gingers know, when you see a flaming roof...
You don't run away.
You dive inside to see what is bubbling just underneath the inferno.
We don't need no water let the mother fucker burn.
Monday, April 20, 2009
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:insert mad ginger love here:
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