A Camoed plastic peanut jar with a log book and a few small
items is hidden a very short distance from parking on the street.
No thorns or P.I. to worry about
I couldn't help but notice a strong aroma when hiding the cache
hence the name "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nivana.
Load up on guns
Bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's overborne and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
Hello, hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello ,hello
With the Lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now entertain us
A mullato an albino
A mosquito my libido
yay