There is panic in the streets.
The women and children are
You're only out to lose yourself in a whirlwind of
We found religion amongst the party people, we found the
What is left of me sits burning in the bottom
We are but sinners, swimming in the stomach of the
I hope you never read this,
Because hurt comes early this
I keep a set of matches safely encased inside my
My name's in lights
Above a rundown tavern
That calls to me
It's
Sink 'em in, loving how depravity tastes.
As it runs down
It's party night tonight, just like every night;
And once again,
I stand here, helpless, star struck, by the starlet at
Pretty you are, enough to be in magazines,
but I know
And tonight,
This will mean nothing.
It won't matter for we were
Thank you for your words, They are truly needed on
Pretty, You are.Enough to be in magazines.A "front page fuck"
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