i saw captain punk rock again today. he was all decked out in chains and ball bearing necklace, still skating away on one foot. it was good for another laugh.
right. then i saw my roommate on the sidewalk and i said hey and he looked at me, didn't say anything, and looked away.
if i would have had a pair of scissors i would have jammed them in the fucker's jugular then skull fucked the piece of shit. then i would have lit him on fire and pissed on his burning carcass.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
whenyoukissedme wrote:if i would have had a pair of scissors i would have jammed them in the fucker's jugular then skull fucked the piece of shit. then i would have lit him on fire and pissed on his burning carcass.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
when you're too good to even acknowledge someone, you deserve it
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
whenyoukissedme wrote:if i would have had a pair of scissors i would have jammed them in the fucker's jugular then skull fucked the piece of shit. then i would have lit him on fire and pissed on his burning carcass.
i could accomplish so much more if i never got tired and had to sleep.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
