where boys fear to tread

candy cane walks down

to build a bonfire

to break my fall

my baby

my sweet thing

just maybe we could lose ourselves this time



king of the horseflies

dark prince of death

his tragic forces

are heaven sent



in sweet things

in a lover's breath

in knowing this was meant to be the last



a go-go-go kids

a go-go-go style

a suck-suck-suck kiss

a suck-suck-suck smile



as always

in young need

a veiled promise to never die



on dead highways

her black beauties roam

for june angels so far from home



for a love lost

a faded picture

to tread lightning

to ink the lavender skies



get on

get on

get on

the bomb

get back

get back

where you

belong



get on the bomb

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