Knochen / Bones Männer / Men Ozean / Ocean Tot / Dead Über / Over
The epithets of imbeciles have never bothered me.
I never dread going back to Congress.
OK, boss, I don't mind shuffling, but I won't scratch my head.
Life does not owe me a shred.
When I was a boy the Dead Sea was only sick.
It's hard to get me out of the office.
She'd hit me before but never over and over and over and over into the head.
I've gotten used to being Frank Ocean.
One is born, one lives, one dies. What death is, I don't know.
