Wednesday, 20 July 2011

Jesus of Suburbia

I'm not the prince of anything-
Just the king of the streets.

Looking up at the lights in the night sky
Hear the car alarms ring deeply in my heart.
Telling stories about the big fight last night
The short era where we felt things unknown.
Eventually time will slow
As the bullet sinks slowly deeper-
Once you start playing it gets easier.
I’ll live as strongly as I can
That’s as good as it gets.
Firing words until they reach someone
And using bible pages to roll cigarettes


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