I'll tell you about punk rock: punk rock is a word used by dillettante's and ah... and ah... heartless manipulators about music that takes up the energies and the bodies and the hearts and the souls and the time and the minds of young men who give what they have to it and give everything they have to it and it's a... it's a term that's based on contempt, it's a term that's based on fashion, style, elitism, satanism and everything that's rotten about rock'n'roll. I don't know Johnny Rotten but I'm sure... I'm sure he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did. You see, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise is in fact the brilliant music of a genius, myself . And that music is so powerful that it's quite beyond my control and ah... when I'm in the grips of it I don't feel pleasure and I don't feel pain, either physically or emotionally. Do you understand what I'm talking about? Have you ever felt like that? When you just couldn't feel anything and you didn't want to either. You know? Like that? Do you understand what I'm saying sir?

Oh, that grace; oh, that body; oh, that face, makes me wanna party.

Have to touch myself to pretend you're there, your hands were on my hips, your name is on my lips, over and over again, like my only prayer.

I'm in his favorite sundress, watching me get undressed, 
take that body downtown. 
I say you're the bestest, lean in for a big kiss,
put his favorite perfume on.

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Hay que reírse un poco que la muerte siempre está.

¿qué escapatoria existe para los que estamos atrapados en laberintos de nuestra propia mente?

here's to never growing up.

In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel living in the garden of evil. Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed, shining like a fiery beacon. You got that medicine I need; fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly. Put your hands on my waist, do it softly. Me and God we don't get along, so now I sing. In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel looking to get fucked hard, 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'. When you talk it's like a movie and you're making me crazy, cause life imitates art. If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby? You tell me 'life isn't that hard'. No one's gonna take my soul away, living like Jim Morrison. Headed towards a fucked up holiday motel. Squeeze, squeeze, and I'm singing; fuck yeah give it to me, this is heaven, what I truly want is innocence lost. 

no, i never meant to do you harm.

A forest.

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Blinded by faith, I couldn't hear all the whispers, the warnings so clear.

Nunca dejes que tu felicidad dependa de algo que podés perder.

ai fink iu frriki and ai laik iu alot

I don't know whether to worship at your feet or spank the living shit out of you.

Love is like a brick; you can build a house or you can sink a dead body.