culte - for ian | Текст песни

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• culte
• for ian

you know we're graveyard freaks
yet you turn your other cheek
i want that stolen gravestone
it's OK young kevin won't groan
black capital words on lines
poetry time after time

he lost control again
it was 19 eighty
he lost control again
he was in his twenties

last night i ate your songs
i knew that you weren't strong
it was pretty fun it seemed
your cocktail of pills as a teen
but i curse that goddam kitchen
it helped kill joy division