C'mon love keep the juices flowing. Drink up boys if you're feeling dry. Are you seven by nine or tall and trough? We're going full split baby in the vaulting house. While we dig our way through a hollow grave, it's a hard row all the way down this southern scape, you might wish you'd stayed, but you'll always be the fool to your crown. We'll nail em to the counter three ways from sunday. They'll find themselves in a pressing crave, half seas over hand and glove. You can hang up the fiddle but it's never enough.
released July 14, 2017
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