Why?
Cold Lunch
I always wanted to be the voice of the screetsbut my father was a rabbi and my mother made beetsI mean booksand the kids from the strees always gave me dirty looks.It's watching you own shadow on a dirt bikeget shot in the back under a street lightwhen you arrive at the party it will not bewithout a bullet in your backand a poem about deathand of course your walkmen
From Letras Mania