I love you, Jessie

John Salad wakes up, brushes his teeth, reads the paper, drinks a coffee out of his Ray's Diner mug.

The title says it all. Literally.

Our 4th song about Wawa. The praise is eternal. If you've never experienced Wawa, you just wouldn't understand.

Feat. Jessie and Kayla!

soft rain 'pon the misted heath the carrion sweep some craven sound vast mounds of flesh writhe deep pray never found this thread spiraling on (vast revolutions) (serrated vision) (truth's violence rent) one more sleepness night…

smooth cool we are detectives we are detecting i try to find - try to empathize - try to enter the mind of the prey but if i dive too deep i might be lost in the murderer's way Murderer VIcious Criminal Desperate panic drives the scheming…

lyrics by Ellie Mr. Tom, I know him, uh, uh Rock and Roll, yeah yeah!