I love him. RIP Meat :(
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Started by weebles, May 22, 2022, 02:16:06 AM
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Know that they used to fuckin rock... before they they ripped their easy listening new romantic crap from Thin Lizzy...
The vicious style of love, the whining pits and pendulums of lying
I don't see how you survive in hard-line worlds you're advertising
Stinky features, facing, waiting, city sex is so frustrating
Young savage, young savage
She's like a steel wall, stinks like a dance hall
Young savage. young savage
Anything goes where no-one knows your name
The mirror love of vixens gets over the mask of victims
Money rents you insulation, tenderness, asphyxiation
Someone else's flesh to borrow, sling it from your bed tomorrow
Live too fast for love or sorrow, look behind the face, it's hollow
Young savage, young savage
She's like a steel wall, stinks like a dance hall
Young savage. young savage
Anything goes where no-one knows your name
The broken heart of you who stole a stolen part of you
Changing blossoms into piss and taking bites from every kiss
The past is dead, tomorrow's too far, all the chemicals that bore us
Coloured hair, cheap tattoos impale you on their points of view
Young savage, young savage
She's like a steel wall, stinks like a dance hall
Young savage. young savage
Anything goes where no-one knows your name
Condemned to be a stranger, subway dweller, dead-end danger
Peeking through the dust of friends who never gave, they'd only lend
Every sneer is thrown away with practised gestures of disdain
The outlaw stance is so pedantic, hate the world, it's so romantic
Young savage, young savage
She's like a steel wall, stinks like a dance hall
Young savage. young savage
Anything goes where no-one knows you
Young savage, young savage
She's like a steel wall, stinks like a dance hall
Young savage. young savage
Anything goes where no-one knows your name
And the most regrettable part in all of this is the guy who could benefit most from it will continue to carry on like the Young Savage, not realising what a fuckhead he willingly paints himself as...
Oh well... its not like Sydneysiders were ever known for their self awareness or anything. And John Foxx apparently understands your plight, so I guess that's something.
You do you, I guess. I surely wont lose a wink of sleep over what you've lost, cockmongler.
