kids with broken hearts, kids with broken bones. kids with kidney stones giving
birth to bloody stereos. systems are all dripping wet with gristle piss and
swizzlesticks. mary's got a bloody nose from sniffing margarita mix. she licked

her lower lip and then she kissed that halleluiah chick. she came off kind of
spicy but she tasted like those pickle chips. we thought she was a dancer but
her steps they made the records skip. she came off kind of crunchy but she went

down like a chicken strip. dripping wet with the special sauce. she had a
confidence smile and a nervous cough. we got off.


she said it's good to see you back in a bar band, baby. i said it's great to see
you're still in the bars.


went down on the tallboy cans and he woke up in a cargo van. went down with the
girls gone wild and he woke up with the middle man. went down with like fourteen
bucks and woke up with like sixteen grand. went down with some crust punk junk

and woke up with a straight edge band. that's not how he planned it.

holly can't speak. she don't feel all that sweet. about the places that she

sometimes has to go to get some sleep. she said i'm sorry people think i'm
pretty. these clever kids are killing me. for one they ain't that clever. number
two, it really sucks when you get stuck here with these trevors. this was

supposed to be a party. half the crowd is calling out for born to run and the
other half is calling out for born to lose. baby we were born to choose. we got
the last call bar band really big decision blues. we were born to bruise.