If you blink, a brick might be thrown at your Volkswagen.
Oh, my generation of mud!
The nights here can be so hot!
I’ll tousle your hair while you gaze upon the welts on my leg!
Our old gang is in stark contrast to the new.
We are sick and full of shit.
Remember the days when we ate cheese all night,
in the bathtub with Willie?
I was once the teacher and now it seems I am the pupil.
Sick laughter and bile rise, my girl!
Come sit on the glider with me and breathe a while.
Let me tell you what I have seen.