Из альбома: Rock Collection
eyebrows drawn on by pencils
a cert chases her menthol
I bet she melts like a candle when
she's caught out in the rain
damaged capillaries
caused by to many greyhounds
his porus grapefruit-like skin
sure holds a permanent glow
on the rocks or just straight up this bartender here he's got a heart of gold
a thick dust layer on the bell announces a place where heroes seldom show
stetson tongue sucks his bridge work
between goldfishing his highball
he slowly descends upon sea legs
I guess it's time to go