Protestant work slump lyrics
by Ulrika Spacek
You're a sleepy boy
Prodigal first born f*ck up son in a protestant work slump
Get to fill my hollow heart
Grab the panicking
I better get up but I barely can sit up
Such a valiant plan
But not that I thought out
Such a terrible sinking feeling that I know
Is this just a hopeless fanoy but isn't it oh so pretty