Poor old Reg more bad news, it never rains but it pours...... All i want to do is go get high Suddenly theres a chaos come to my mind It’s like someones had it perfectly designed I couldn’t answer how I couldn’t answer why…

[Verse 1] Checkout is such an open sore At the library the doors were closed Hey, you’re following too close Inspection guys they cut corners No shopping when the sun lowers I'll have to do it when the clucks show up Can’t wear AirPods…

Poor old Reg is all at sea ..... Pray with a tear to the lord You bang your head on the wall just to release some pain You feel your senses light up like a match to butane Feel the warmth of the terror in the release of control Tell yourself…

Recorded April 2024