Greasy haired ghost eyed boy Fall for a Quaking Girl Circles 'How about it?' With Neon painted tables, electric squints And backroom eyes He makes me shout it Out Loud Can you hear me gangrene network social baby? Now? Can you hear me gangrene network social baby? Money in the tin Step back, hold on to the rails It's really coming down now When terrorist are sleeping in your cupboard and your prayers, Well, when we wake up in a wasteland At lost there won't be any hatred anymore Can you hear me gangrene network social baby? Now? He rinses off He wipes it down Beleaguered frown But nothing ever comes out clean It takes it's toll He hits the road Jack Kerouac is getting so damn old If I stayed at all, I'd be alone.
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Greasy haired ghost eyed boy
Fall for a Quaking Girl
Circles 'How about it?'
With Neon painted tables, electric squints
And backroom eyes
He makes me shout it
Out
Loud
Can you hear me gangrene network social baby?
Now?
Can you hear me gangrene network social baby?
Money in the tin
Step back, hold on to the rails
It's really coming down now
When terrorist are sleeping in your cupboard and your prayers,
Well, when we wake up in a wasteland
At lost there won't be any hatred anymore
Can you hear me gangrene network social baby?
Now?
He rinses off
He wipes it down
Beleaguered frown
But nothing ever comes out clean
It takes it's toll
He hits the road
Jack Kerouac is getting so damn old
If I stayed at all, I'd be alone.