Tuesday, August 14, 2007

No More Peeing Off The Deck, I Guess


The future?
Basically, just tango on. And hope somebody will do the same for you when your time comes. Unless the big breakthrough happens first.
It's almost as bad as The Future.
Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture



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