why good attracts evil? (i'm asking you)
saw the Swingin' Utters and Youth Brigade last night down at the creepy crawl. sometimes i pretend like i'm a punk. we go downtown and do things like drink colt 45's right outside crumbling buildings in serious rehab and johnny-on-the-spots with the gospel rubbing shoulders with 'for a good time call...' ads. this guy wiffler, who just shaved his beautiful fro, got trashed. how his cheap ass manages to coax someone to buy out all the papst is beyond me. i worked my magic; did the lone girl in the corner thing, while gazing into nothing but a potential buyers eyes and moving my head to some background beat. got nothing. absolutely nothing. it's a cying shame.
but my sobriety is crazy still. i moved around, pushing the bitches until they're spining like tops. some sweat-drenched pink mowhawk boy wrapped his arm around me and we moshed like it's the last night on earth. he told me his name but i couldn't hear anything 2 inches away from my ear. wiffler got kicked in the nuts. what a buzz kill.
then there's the real bitch. she threatin', throwing punches with her tongue. she finds a sedated, innocent girl in the corner and starts at the proverbial thrashin', all very tongue n' cheek. poor girl in the corner, which isn't me, by the way. the bitch liked me. i was bouncy and happy-go-lucky with my eyebrows tilted this way and that. i boobed my head and she shot me a look of approval, of comaradership... maybe she wanted to smile, but that wouldn't be punk, would it now.
but my sobriety is crazy still. i moved around, pushing the bitches until they're spining like tops. some sweat-drenched pink mowhawk boy wrapped his arm around me and we moshed like it's the last night on earth. he told me his name but i couldn't hear anything 2 inches away from my ear. wiffler got kicked in the nuts. what a buzz kill.
then there's the real bitch. she threatin', throwing punches with her tongue. she finds a sedated, innocent girl in the corner and starts at the proverbial thrashin', all very tongue n' cheek. poor girl in the corner, which isn't me, by the way. the bitch liked me. i was bouncy and happy-go-lucky with my eyebrows tilted this way and that. i boobed my head and she shot me a look of approval, of comaradership... maybe she wanted to smile, but that wouldn't be punk, would it now.