Sometimes I wish we could go back to the summer we spent together at Helltown   A nice place to visit they said But it was a better place to leave   We smoked cigarettes aboard the abandoned bus Our legs up on the seats The emergency exit door slightly ajar Cool […]

    They will hang a name on him   They tread over corpses of his kin   Tarring and feathering his homeland   Keeping bugs in jars on bedside tables He’s kicking it for Christ Kicking for Christ   Something that should have been beaten out of him long ago   Too many druggy […]