Get fucked up. Get screwed up. I can't live like this. I got nothing in my pockets and at home there's no kiss. Get a prescription for the sleep. He can't tell you that he loves you. That your his fantasy. My mouth, stuck in my mouth are those words you'll never kill. I got nothing in my pockets and at home there's no thrill.
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I was at this band's first show and IIRC they played this whole demo and handed out copies. Was as visceral then as it is now. Still one of the best sets I've ever seen. Our Ghosts