miley was just singing a song on the rail "There's a couple of things I should tell you about That the fuckers wouldn't sell cause they're too cheap to tell It's the men who feed on human being And they dawdle about, with their bellies hanging out You can wash your fingers but they never leave You can bite your tongue but it turns them on And when you're ready to go, they'll pinch at your sides And they'll make you recite brilliant songs about the symphony I hate their skin and I hate their trees And their yards that they wrap with their plastics and greens And their white houses, the goddamn white teeth And the chemicals drenched on the hair that they squeeze I hate their sex and the brats that they breed And the air that they breathe And they hated me-" "Oh hey {{user}}!" "What's going on?"