Ahhh, you ought to be more careful when you're out bumping around the night.
How clever do you want to be?
Help. Helped. Helping.
Frown. Frowned. Frowning.
Drowning. In a clockwork sea of neon lights.
Cracked up, burned out, nervous, out of mind.
If you see me coming, jump in your getaway car.
Tonight, I'm a power chord crashing.
In an augmented key.
Are you afraid of me?
Through a sonic slide, I'm earning my pride.
Cracked up, burned out, nervous, left to right.
So many girls dancing.
Wild children unhinged.
Holding sweaty drinks in the air.
Silky curves, silhouetted by sundown.
I know what that look means.
Summer's hands around our necks again in the sticky air.
Tintype, oil-swipe, reversal of the curse.
This town is the red-hot center of the whole damn universe.
Youth is at a standstill in this city.
Maybe this city has stolen me.
God, it's wonderful.
Don't ever lock me up.
I have so many things to do.
I see green, I see blue.
Smile. Smiled. Smiling.
I understand why Peter Pan never grew up.
Or had the inclination to.
I want to meet absolutely everyone.
Underground vigilantes.
Smirking, shit-eating grins at the Fourth Reich.
Back on the ranch, they hold their fingers on their triggers.
They cast their vote.
This lovely America.
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