Wanna talk abouta revolution? I'll give ya revolution-
As long as you give me barbwire strangulation, PVC choke
Give me overkill nostalgia in a plastic poke. Red neon dawn,
Patchy psychedelic cyberpunk chick... oh i need it to live.
Let me be the dead rose that blooms n blossoms fragrantly,
Give me hot shotgun kitsch, bugshade drum machine, motorcycle,
Aphrodisiac scent package, o give me the killing desire.
Because i have seen death on television, cheap haikus,
Shortstops pre-packaged to sell me. As a child of this age
I love to sell and be sold.
"I have a rock n roll fantasy, is that clichéd of me?"
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