They showed you a statue, told you to pray
They built you a temple and locked you away
but they never told you the price that you pay
Saturday night is alive again and I know only one reason why...its coyote's birthday. As usual, the boys...the regular ones are all there, feasting on the foods on the table while ice cold beer is flowing as if prohibition days were lifted again. Bulldog, our man, is at his best...read: kulit, and that's not a problem to all of us. We know this guy from the old days, and he's just as happy as we are kaya he's making some kulit. Jun D, my man and our source of drugs... (the legal ones), is at his usual psychedelic self and we are all happy that he's back to his old form and ways if you know what i mean. The rest of us just drank the night away because its coyote's day out. Whatanight.
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