ashley and family migrated

waxing and waning… unveiling

ashley went batshit… right crazy

acids and bases… prevailing

from the city of the straits

come one, come all…

with a scar upon her face

when will we fall?

we hope for better things…

(we should know better.)

ashley, sent packing… cry baby

tractor and trailer… guard railing

from the city of the straits

come one, come all…

wipe the smile from his face

break down the walls.

we hope for better things…

(we should know better.)

(the tigers and lions are done,

the red wings and pistons are bums.)