Chore Boy

God Said Follow me, to some place I am the strong type I can’t wrong I—You don’t even laugh Cut your own ways Beat Broke Down You Are Dark Cloud Crust, Rust Down Dark, Dark, Dark god [?] You are loud You are that cloud You are not that hound To die outside Ch-Ch-Chore Boy Ch-Ch-Chore Boy Do your chores boy Make excuses for A dark dark cloud You don't even laugh I changed It you that changed you said