Poison the Rose
“Lana, you remind me of the first girl I loved.
Since then I sit in my hotel room wondering which banging door could be him after all?
Smear me in silver, as I watch your fingertips slowly getting into the liquid, as I shiver expecting the cold as you trace the paint upon my lips and I swallow a bit.
It’s about the bagpipe.
I sit on the stairs, my head against the walls and I hear the strumming of the guitar going harder and sometimes I hear screams from below.
The Killer Stripes
It’s about the tension.
He looks like a whore.
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“You know. I-I wonder.” She gulps another patch of tears. “W-what if-” And she just breaks it, sticking the cigarette so deep in her own throat she gags. It’s a baby indeed and I can’t tell her anything about it.
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I wonder if I’ll be young enough again later as I shoot a bullet under my chin and I feel it in my tongue and I spit it out, I have no blood, only if I trace my fingers against the wound.
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I think if there is a way to stop the voices in the head, there should be something about Pete like a gum ball and then we all split it in half and chew. Fun, fun, fun, laugh, laugh, yeah.