If the lights were broken on the subway train, you might find yourself stranded on the sidewalk, dancing the rain and screaming. Has anyone ever told you your beautiful? Because it would be a vicious lie, and you don't deserve that. Step inside, take a seat; we have coffee, tea, hard liquor. Whatever you need to take your mind off of your suicide.
There's a band playing. Can you dig that? I think they broke the your mind - what's that, you lost it? I'm sorry.
There's a band playing. No look, over there, in the corner. The Diamond Dealers? Who the fuck do you think I am? I have taste, Goddammit; I have integrity. Something about that bullshit smells like nostalgia. Why can't they move on dammit? I mean, why can't they play a fucking song for once? Enough of that performance bullshit.
This ain't music - and it ain't for you.
Add our second band:
THE RIPOUTS
