The Devil's Pub

Is there still that pub? That broken loudspeaker. Spooky bad meat dish. Smells! smells! smells! smells! smells! Beer glass with small bugs. Bloodstained styrene foam. The master talks very much. Smile! smile! smile! smile! smile! I have to run away. That fearful memory. Is there still that pub? Reptile of that bottling. For what was that put? Trash! trash! trash! trash! trash! Brown soup with his hair. I found it after I ate. But he's well-meaning. Trash! trash! trash! trash! trash! I have to run away. That fearful memory. I thought it was not real. Is there still that pub? That broken loudspeaker. Spooky bad meat dish. Smells! smells! smells! smells! smells! Beer glass with small bugs. Bloodstained styrene foam. The master talks very much. Smile! smile! smile! smile! smile! I have to run away. That fearful memory. I have to run away. That fearful memory. I thought it I thought it was not real.