Somewhere around the valley of the rouge, pissing cheap words
Heroin, the heroine, my model citizen. Such wealthy poetry... a
The black velvet band sticks with its teeth out, falling
Down by the old cemetary where the presidents rot, down
Eating the trash without strings in the middle of everywhere.
Maybe it's not me going crazy. Maybe this place has
Beaten my mouth to yours, again and over I heard
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