EmbryoGod

I WAS BORN ON A BRITISH STREET WHERE THE LOYAL DRUMS DID BEAT, AND THE LOVING FM FEET THEY TRAMPED ALL OVER US. AND EVERY SINGLE NIGHT THAT ME FATHER'D CAME HOME TIGHT, HE'D INVITE THE FMS OUTSIDE WITH THIS CHORUS: COME OUT YE RED AND DARKS, COME OUT AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN, SHOW YOUR FRIENDS HOW YOU MADE POSTS DOWN ON THE FOORRUMMS. TELL EM HOW THE FPR MADE YOU RUN LIKE HELL AWAY FROM THE BROWN AND LOVELY GOLD TEXT OF THE LOTC FOORRRUMMS.