everything that I've done. everything that I've tried. has led me on this long road. until we all collide. but i was the one who cared. when you were the one who cried.
we grabbed our things and ran. we ran cause all was lost. we lost our sense of us. forgot the cost. staring for the change. were dreaming unopposed. nothing feels like home.
White skin on the black leather. (touch the leather leather, touch the leather leather). Tight skin on the baggy leather. (touch the leather leather, touch the leather leather).
But don't you know I need a little bit more of that right now, so don't you gooooo.. Tell me that you just aint ready to go, because here you goooo.. .
Cream of the young,. Cream of the young,. Of the young,. Of the young,. Of the young,. Of the young,. Cream of the young.. . Party twice as awkward, as my awkward head,.
Every kid's no good and. let them hang themselves. Leave them where they are,. Stacked neatly on the shelves. . All your kids are deaf mutes. All your kids are deaf kids.
In the bright-lit railway station, 3 A.M.. in a town whose active life is at an end. I was met by a rich man dressed in a panda fur. who said, "If I can keep smiling I can change the world.".
This is mister blank calling, gorgeous. From the slum which time ignores. Where folks use razor blades for toothpaste. And every breath is a holy war.
her uncle won't support her now. he loves his masons more. but their boy scouts songs all jabble on. as they [fought] to gore some whores. she says, "you won't get me home.
when my taxi arrives. say that i'm dead. having swallowed my leg. and come to the bedroom again. let us begin. shrinking the walls. and counting our ears.
Let's go round again. Let loose again. Off the wall again. Across the floor again. and come on in his chair. We can make believe he's there. Make our bodies answer our unspoken dread.
The days are chained like daisies. flung on some years-old grave. on ground unmarked, found on no chart. or map or minefield aid. I can only change the future.
A walk in the woods after a storm. through waves of steam and graveyard gas come overground. The unwalked path, the dimming light. Not day or night, just always while life remains on hold.
(Retail groceries...). . Do you know how Jesus feels. when he's behind his sportscar wheel. and the windscreen glass is all gummed up with blood?. Do you know how old Jesus feels?.
A box full of groceries. Rotten clothes, she's torn her knees. In the main street chill. She sleeps at night in broke-down cars. Squirts the dreams into her arms.
You awake, lying still / while light makes landfall. in the steel suburban room. The windows show, row on row, all the same:. More people are summoned round to chase to blue.
The windows watch me wait for you. Mirror mirror, mirror mirror. I've seen a world beyond their view. Mirror mirror, mirror mirror. Of course the night times are the worst.
This truck stop: rancid gravy. A man with no hands waving. and the dog 'round my leg bumps and grinds. It rains for miles out there. on mud and tar and still air.
The model volcano by the giant gas tank. The street corner gun-market next to the robbed bank. The poorhouse next to the Uniroyal palace. A tower of riches, beside it the abyss.
Here he comes, in the dead of the month. His hair falling out, his shoulders hunched. Secure with his Third World expectation. [...] open sewers of degredation.