The Mission And The Lonesome Teenies
When youre looking back in paradise
Your mother was a whore
And your daddy was a spy
Through all the ages who passed you by
You had won, you had died into the night
When you suffer in a breakfast club
You should sit downtown
On a papercup
Enough is enough
You got to stop
The music in your brain, its all about pop
Time’s the only that you cant stop
You cant change time when youre dead
You cant change time of your pet
You cant change time in your bed
But you can change time in your head
When you’re swimming in your pool of blood
The blood of the victims
Which you had shot
You can ask mister pink
What you have got
Theres no money in your pocket and no water in you tub
When you’re buying a knife
And buy some pills
Just listen to the records
Before you kill
If you want to pull the trigger
React quite still
If it works quite good, you don’t have to refill
When you drink your stuff with all your friends
Everybody knows that you amend
Your style and your time
Its not the end
If you want to be more hip
You got to change much in your head
When you own the chains of the golden moon
Forget about the people with a silver spoon
Listen to your brothers who are coming soon
Use your ears, you don’t need a special tool
poem by Frosted Fire
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