The horror....... the horror.
Hey, what are you looking at. She was a happy girl the day that she left me. I'm finding it a little tough to breathe and I don't know why. Damn pollution. My mom says that I have nothing in my heart. I'm debating with myself whether she's right or not. It'd be a shame if she is, cause I want to have a heart. Jordan hustled me out of some cash and my pockets are light, eternal damnation. She turned away, what was she looking at. She was a sour girl the day that she left me. Oh man, Apocalypse Now is on. The end is the best. The horror. What would you do if I followed you? We'd drink. Let's drink. Say, what are you looking at. I was a super man but looks are decieving. I payed a ransom note to stop her from stealing. The streets are dark and I felt at home, until. It all goes dark. Violins and guitars on the side walk. I'm reading a book about people like that. Perhaps I'm jumping the gun, I don't know who they are. I don't know. I judged without knowing. I'm sure they're better than that. I hope they're better than that. I just wanna go out like a soldier, standing up. Even the jungle wants me dead. Oh wow, it's happening. It's beautiful, scary, disgusting, and powerful all at the same time. Come on baby take a chance with us. Come on baby take a chance with us. Come on baby take a chance with us and meet me at the back of the blue bus. He cut his throat. He was just standing there. Come on, yah. They train young men to drop fire on people. But their commanders don't allow them to write "fuck" on their airplanes because it's OBSCENE. Drop the bomb, kill them all. Cut him. Break him. Slow motion now. Go out like a soldier. You're rolling around on your back. The pigs are screaming. Cut. Cut. Cut. Break. He's torn. I feel like throwing up. The horror.... the horror.