—hungry city with a million hungry hearts—
As you tread your path through a jaundiced corridor
Where each day has no beginning and no end
There are those out here who claim to be so good
I suspect that Jesus holidayed in hell
When there’s no one left to fight, boys like us don’t shine so bright!
As I travel down the track, all my memories flood back
We were runnin’ at ease from enemies
And rushed back to your momma’s flat
It’s the only place but home I feel relaxed enough to crap
I know it sounds crude, but there’s something in that
We is back!
autor: DonTravolta, 17/03/2023
First thing I remember was asking papa, why?
The scammers and the skimmers all swim around together and every dealer has a fish tank
Vezane objave
Arhiva
And the white coats are coming for the clever ones
This is the dawning of the day without end
When fear steps into light
I’ve been planning for this day all my life
Or have I not?
How it feels when we fall, when we fold?
Modern girls always have to go
Old-fashioned men always want a mistress
Modern girls always get their way
Modern men dream of what they can’t say
Right? Right? Right? Right? Right?
I don’t belong
