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Prom Night '67 tomorrow night at the New Life Center. Yeah, fucking rock and roll killing machine. Trashy grind up in your em effin' faces. You're damn right.
Rationalism is no equal to romanticism. A crime of passion. holding her head under water. She took notes as I stole her thong so the dame got what was coming to her. I know that I've got the look, so no mister with a handle bar mustache can tell me otherwise. You've got a lot to learn about rock n' roll. God is a bullet. I had no choice. I had no way out. I had to pull the trigger.
Rationalism is no equal to romanticism. A crime of passion. holding her head under water. She took notes as I stole her thong so the dame got what was coming to her. I know that I've got the look, so no mister with a handle bar mustache can tell me otherwise. You've got a lot to learn about rock n' roll. God is a bullet. I had no choice. I had no way out. I had to pull the trigger.