Thursday, December 8, 2011

Pounding Headaches.

You've got, what?
All the right pills? Check
You've had your fill? Check
Images to stills, heck
Where did your brain go? Shit
Time's running slow, shit
All the right pills
For all the wrong thrills

Fait battre ton tambour!
Beat, beat, beat, beat
Through the bone
And through the brains
Through the stone
And through the rain
Beat, beat, crash, bang!
A thousand tiny nail guns sang
They're all right here
Right here with you

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