We are young
We
are pale
We
are strong
To
take the ale
Life
in one breath
Vomit
to death
With
abstinence to heaven
Clean
24/7
Follow
me home
Don’t
follow me home
I
don’t want your body
I
want my BED
You
show me the razors
You
show me the scars
Well
blame your mother blame Freud
Got
no time gotta catch the last bus
And
the questions have
A
form of a formula
And
the friends have
A
shape of a shade
And
what we make reaches
The
stardom of a star
And
the moves undefined untouchable unstoppable
The
cinema alley
Is
open all hours
You
can take the trolley
Admire
the powers
Of
electrical charge
Life
at large
Lynch
in quadrophonia
Tarkovsky
in Technicolour
And
we could’ve done the talking
Without really talking
Travelling unravelling
Facefoil fashion
Show me the razors
Show me the scars
Give me some glue
I give you Warhol give it to you
And the questions have
A form of a formula
And the friends have
A shape of a shade
And what we make reaches
The stardom of a star
And the moves undefined untouchable unstoppable
2011
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