back-alley fucking this prostitute called humanity
By St Alcohol
burn it down, it's already ash old ashen ruins, we are, we are the born wonders of one shit pile and anger, oh sweet dollar bill of My American Dream crispy, singed the fire went out because we were pissing on it and the back-alley dance is a motion void of any other kind of motions just a payment a greeting howdy do world its not fair, to be judged its too fair, to be... and just what are we i've been fucked, but i lost my innocence long ago i'd rather curl up in a ball, run into her arms say fuck it, go build my hut on the island and collect all the life preservers that the whores throw at me. when i say i love you you say "you'd better" and then i'm the asshole when i tell you how it goes Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 25 2002 03:24 PM PST 0 • 9
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"burn it down,..."