the gutter ghosts and the babies, babe
their hearts hang out. this saturday at 7?
europop electronica, a nick and a nail
take me out to downtown for a spell
a magician wearing a happy face
i alone am all nobodies
why didn't the skeleton go dancing?
nobody to go with
All beware the godhead at the end of the road
row war row row row your boat, ain't that batty
I had a nightmare tonite, i haven't slept yet
Electrocutie pie, life's a lie, it's been swell
the waves and the rides and the bad luck babies
i have something to tell you in august
hair suit suitor, don't it suit me, swoon me
in the middle of my mind: battle of midway
the ash heads hash heads have horns
the earth died screaming, dreaming
nightmare and it's only the 11th hour
such a scream, don't wake the baby
don't wake at all
my joints are the horns of jericho on a winter morning
winter woman winding down, the wind's dark moan
we're all gonna be somewhere else in the end of it all
hell is a lightshow of cop cars and electric luxury
the world is made of stone and my heart is cold
and i came to realise that everything was beautiful here
and it will stay beautiful by my law and my word
i feel young like I never have before. the fire don't start
don't start. don't say that, don't do that. i can't talk
ever read bukowski? i never read her letter
and it began to rain again. we gave up on the fire
and I sent the message and I wished i could cry
so you say, all timid Timbuktu to Transylvania
the nurses are worried, don't you just move baby
life's like a bicycle and the ending of full metal jacket
little baby movie star, rock on and ride high til 7:21
worst month of a thousand lives happens twice a day
take me to hell for a holiday, i'm living in my world now
plastic transistor pop music prisons, prismatic please
don't you want me and the rubbish all trash talk
pick me out, push me round, off the edge of the wilds
no words, no way, it's just too late for that now
i'm tired, i'm hungry, i am human again
gimme world war three, take a good look
locked in syndrome, i don't think straight
1984 will be the death of me, me i say-said
it's my wife and it's my life, i'm a real man
just waiting for hell.
mud in the beesting, vinegar turned to wine
win more wars with flies than with honeyhatchets
i turned the brain inside out and poured out the time
cafe under a department store, i began to feel fear
clean and pleasant, am i sick as you could be
turtles all the way down
valium and the bashed fash, eyelash monster mash
james dean met camus and was called by the number
lucky? i never heard of the feeling. something like this?
here's a toast to starvation in the nation, everywhere
ever wondered why?
big old bite of the beat of the drum
I have never been a victim of such kindness
discount trauma bin and the brain blackout
you remind me of warhol's girl, my girl
hey sugar, i'm gonna go hypo, up to hell
whatcha gonnna do about it
my wild side is a side effect of something else
nervous for a breakdown
Dance real slow, i am your dog by sunday
whatcha need, whatcha were were we?
not my week, not my month, i am not
a voice in the shape of a spike in my arm
retentive attentive, clock in and out
this'll be the day, so many dead
dead generation leading on
and the passengers entered
i was close to a blackout
mon ami mi amor
ain't this just so
c'est la vie
living in a hurricane, my pain is
sound of the silence
i tasted a scream coming
eye of storm i get it all coming back
a lightbulb was a nightmare
emotionally labile, i am wearing clothes
falling down the stairs again
silence eats away at me
at what point does the mind boil
method is madness
i am a human body
i am a human mind mine
choke on it
what is going on
hannibal rex anorexia, i am the godking of the starved
no makeup, look ma, no scars, no nothing at all
dead i am the one for flowers for algernon
men with broken hearts, meet me halfwayhouse
born to lose, born too loose, waste of protein
scrambled brains on the hard drive
there are no stars in my constellations
what you're seeing isn't real
street meat. meet me halfway
ancient. all going dodo ways
don't stick your nose where it don't belong
I like to think I am unlike the others
You’ve met, I’ve met, MET call cat
Gimme a call. Whenever you need
Just a call away.
There were only 8 weeks of life.
Since the night I died, 2-3 years ago now
Road to nowhere got off at a world of shit
Got back to you on the day we met
Other friends. Endo, asthma, 2 pills and puffs
Magic dragons on the white trash scale
On 10, where does it hurt
There is no heart
There is no home
X marks the spot
For betadine and 3 roses
Guinea pig babies for an incoming transmission
Instantly chronic and supersonic psycho psyche
Sneak it on over, pass me by with the hard knocks
I’ve had it
I’ve had it all!
I’m the PQRST to the PTSD
To the pissfuck poster boy baby
You did that! I did this
We all fuck off
We all fall down
Nature calls, down death ran
Cold cold hearted bitch he is
I AM
ALL THAT
AND MORE
I AM
ALL THAT
I AM
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