Tofu

♪ SMUGGLE TOFU ♪ I'VE BEEN DRINKING WITH A BUNCH OF OLD MEN THESE DAYS, AND, YOU KNOW, MEN, ESPECIALLY OLD MEN, HAVE BEEN DRINKING MOSTLY, AND IT'S FUN. HOW CAN YOU MEET ME, AT MY MOST BEAUTIFUL MOMENT, FOR 500 YEARS BEFORE BUDDHA? WHAT'S THIS ALL ABOUT? CP ZHENGQING, TYGOR, THE FAREST DISTANCE IN THE WORLD, AND SAIMUN, A FLOWER TREE? IS THIS THE WAY TO GO? THAT'S IT. WE'VE BEEN EATING A BUNCH OF CRUMBS AND OCCASIONALLY EATING THE RICE. WE DRINK ALMOST NOTHING BUT MALT AND CALL IT THE CREATION OF A BRAVE CAREER AND LOVE FOUR ROSES AND MEG. WE'RE PLAYING THE KING'S PESTICIDE YIN AND YIN AND WE'RE STILL OBSESSED WITH THE DOS VERSION OF THE SWORD QUEST. WE OURSELVES HAVE THE BIG HOUSE, THE KANG HEE DYNASTY, AND THE DESCENDANTS OF THE SUN, THE THIRD LIFE, THE BOUQUETS OF PEACHES. WE WILL NOT HANG ON TO WORDS LIKE “ALWAYS YOUNG, ALWAYS WEEPING” AT ALL TIMES, BUT WE WILL SACRIFICE OUR YOUTH IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER AS SOON AS WE HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO DO SO, WHICH BELONGS ONLY TO US. YEAH, WE'LL ALWAYS BE YOUNG, AND EVEN IF WE CRY, WE'LL ALWAYS EAT A SOW. SPICY TEARS WAKING UP AND THE DEAD SOUL BOILING. IT'S A FIRE THAT'S BURNING, HOT BLOOD IN A PYROTECHNIC GAS THAT, IF IT'S NOT THERE, CAN'T BE LIFTED