Deathbeds #1

 
 ”Stranger Tongues”
Oh the babies we could make out in parking
lots of young punks jealous of U.
S. A. is rotting in the air between our
screams and bloody microphone screens
Why do you keep your
hands in the pockets
of all of your ex lovers jeans?
I saw you smoking outside the free clinic
Cul-de-sacks of shit and rings
Whats that? I dunno.
Wont [...]

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