Broken Social Scene Follow

(Put the little kids in the corner with their face and their eyes
in the corner) My favorite band, is a witch. Find themselves in poet corners, and they still like to dick.
It’s of course, they’re afraid. It’s a fine, complicate.
You can find, demonstrate. Slip along, demon ways. My favorite band, is a witch. Find themselves with
perfect mornings, and they still try to live. The
menstration. Pull it surprised a masterbation. A little morning
cries I wish on thievery of corners. Admit the cries I
know he’s saying I know he’s saying so tired They’ll
have to put the little kids in the corner with there eyes and
face on the floor. You’re so fucked up now. You’re fucked
up now. Put the little kids in the corner with there
eyes and face on the floor. Put the little kids in the
corner with there eyes and face on the floor. I know
you want me to keep on going You want me to keep on going.
And you know wherever I am..