When the going gets tough
And the stomach acids flow
The cold wind of conformity
Is nipping at your nose
When some trendy new atrocity
Has brought you to your knees
Come with us we'll sail the
Seas of cheese
Keista, kai man ateina graziausias ir mylimiausias metu laikas, mizeriai pradeda galvoti apie savi$udybes, makaruoklius, kara ir gyvenima po zeme. Damn cia gi marijos zeme