I am an arms dealer fitting you with weapons in the form of words….
And (don’t really care which side wins)
As long as the room keeps singing that’s just the business I’m in..
…. I wrote the gospel on giving up
(and looking pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk (primadonnas of the gutter)..
At night we’re painting your trash gold,
while you sleep…
Crashing not like hips or cars but more like parties
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