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Hell's Main Street Sleeps Here
chapped-lipped demon bitch,
clawing in my bathroom,
forgotten hendrix playing in the background.
vacant eyes surroundable,
around here is only there,
the vendor man has lost his cart and theres nothing.
one more step and i'll be almsot falling off,
it'll be a sight to see, fantastic lemondrops!
vacant eyes tell me to go further than i can,
the can only speak one language:
the tongue of truth be gone...
theres no more tomorrows, and i'm left with one today,
drug-dealing is like book-selling:
patronizers of mind-expansion.
but the chapped-lipped demon bitch wont get out of your sight.
how the fuck did you buy your soul from the vendor man,
if he's got nothing?
