Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Greaser Sleeze

Bleeding out on the floors of nowhere
In the wake, in the dawn, of nowhere
Pushing hard, pushing fast to nowhere
You'll always find me here, in nowhere
Die..die..die..die..
On the phone, all alone in nowhere
Growing old in the cold of nowhere
Drink your tea of ecstasy in nowhere
Say your piece as I grieve in nowhere
Why..why..why..why..
We are..dead heart..bad start..
Dead heeeeart!!!

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