and it's never just the liquor alone, and now we're prayin that you'll pick up the phone
return all these pages yeah this party's outrageous
everyone left and now the crash is contageous
and the ravers they rose up right in unison
attacked the bathroom and ransacked all the medicine
pills administered just like communion
this is the body and the blood and the love and the blacklights on your white tights
the clubs are just like caves, these club kids are just slaves and these afterbars are just like their graves
it's the end of the night and now jimmy's creepin back to the mission
shot through with the sunlight
My Interests
colossal youth
I'd like to meet:
you're smokin and drinking, gettin sick trying to kick
and you're drinkin and you're driving
Music:
no pocky for kitty
Movies:
no country for old men
Television:
planet earth, the office
Books:
one flew over the cuckoo's nest, a confederacy of dunces, armed madhouse
