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
They like me like flies on stinking meat. Well I
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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