The Golden Age of Dreams~

Americana
Pop Rocks
Urban legends
Childhood stops
No, Mikey ain’t dead
He just knew
When to blow this popsicle stand!
We were
All revvvved  Up
Nowhere to go!
Teenage gas
On the Road
No pink cadillacs
Or Mansions in Beverly Hills
The pharmacist on the corner
Selling knock off pills
No one had prepared me
For what was coming Next!
Sink or swim
Without a net
Sanity what’s Sanity?
It’s a game of Russian Roulette
I spent days whispering to shadows
I lost a game I never bet
Nick Cave
Iggy Pop
Razor blades
Hidden thoughts….
Im a leather bound Pharaoh
Dig?
Mummified
Horrified
Deicide
Desensitized
Who the fuck knew
You could go three months
On eight hours of sleep!
Turning back the tunicate
The crystalized relief
Reaching for a distant star…
I’m a satellite thief
Ain’t that how this whole shit house Ended Up in flames?
Once we were the pirates
Regaling in the scene
Velvet
Lipstick
Painted eyes
Miles of lost pretenders
Living out their lies
At the neon Rainbow
Scoundrels got their fix
Debauchery
Is never free
Seal it with a kiss
Concrete jungle avenues
Glamour Punks with kicks
The Ultras and the Stars from Mars
Always doing tricks
The curtain call for the wild
As fat lady would sing
A generation run amuk
Disappearing from the scene
The body count had grown
As a new voice came to town
Within the hustle
And the bustle
We were the lost
And
Never
Found