By Aristotle


Seattle the city I call home

Seattle oh Seattle is the place in which I roam


I walk down the street yelling ftp

Hoping that the pigs will hear my screams


Up and down the avenue

Doing the all the stupid things we do

Smoking and joking about how we’re shortening our lives

Hoping and groping at the air for a chance to rise


You can’t catch us you can’t match us

Even if we’re far behind

You can’t beat us won’t defeat us

Even though we’ve lost our minds