"i saw this man, dispose of hunger, and soap opera's too. i saw the field that grew perfection, full of things you do i saw this box, get rid of heartache, and cure cancer too when i awoke, i sat there hoping, this is what we'd do."
i hold an image of the ashtray girl, and the cigarette burns on my chest. i wrote a poem to describe our world, and ti put our friendship to the test. and late at nite, when im on all fours, she used to watch me kiss the floor...
...call me back when word is thats she's gone, that cat like thief, she stole air from my lungs. leave me standing on this lonely grave, i dug it out, incase she turns away...
"we were sitting in our car on last friday nite when an S.K.D pulled up on the right. he rolled down the window of a shiney new jag, and challenged me then and there to a drag. 'i'll go you one better if uv got the nerve, and we'll race all the way, to dead man's cuuuurve'