Donnerstag, 16. Dezember 2010

Before Punk (II)

I see faces and traces of home
back in New York City –

So you think I'm a tough kid?
Is that what you heard?

Well I like to see some action

and it gets into my blood.

They call me the trail blazer –
Rael - electric razor
I’m the pitcher in the chain gang,
we don't believe in pain

‘cos we're only as strong, yes
we’re only as strong,

as the weakest link in the chain.

Let me out of pontiac when
I was just seventeen, I had to get it out of me, if you know
what I mean, what I mean.

You say I must be crazy, ‘cos I don’t
care who I hit, who I hit.

But I know it’s me that’s hittin’ out
and I’m, I’m not full of shit.

I don’t care who I hurt, I don’t
care who I do wrong. This is your mess I’m stuck in,
I really don't belong. When I take out my bottle,
filled up high with gasoline, you can tell by the night fires
where Rael has been, has been.

As I cuddled the porcupine

he said I had none to blame, but me.

Held my heart, deep in hair, time to shave, shave it off, it off.

No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape.

No!

No time for romantic escape,

when your fluffy heart is ready for rape.

No!

Off we go ...

Your sitting in your comfort
you don't believe I’m real,

you cannot buy protection
from the way that I feel.

Your progressive hypocrites
hand out their trash,

but it was mine in the first place,
so I’ll burn it to ash.

And I’ve tasted all the strongest meats, and laid them down in coloured sheets.

Llaid

them down

in coloured shields.

Who needs illusion of love and affection

when you’re out walking in the streets
with your mainline connection?

Connection.

As I cuddled the porcupine

he said I had none to blame, but me.

Held my heart, deep in hair, time to shave, shave it off, it off.

No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape.

No!

… No time.

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