Madison Bloodbath
The Great American HemHaw
I caught you staring at a full moon of kitchen lightsIt looks an awful lot like angels (don't they?) passing byFrom over here, I'd swear you thought you invented itI remember you before you spent your time captivated By some bullshit burnout-hippie massAnd claiming they're not the problem with where we liveIt's suitable when coast to coast it's all the sameDown here drugs are all the rage
From Letras Mania