like a groupie, incognito, posing as a real singer. life imitates art. you got that medicine I need. dope, shoot it up, straight to the heart, please. i don't really wanna know what's good for me. god's dead, i said, "Baby that's alright with me."
no ones gonna take my soul away. im living like jim morrison. headed towards a fucked up holiday. motel sprees, and I'm singing "fuck yeah. give it to me. this is heaven, what i truly want." it's innocence lost.