THE GIRLS GOT A BOY, BUT THE BOY DOESN’T LISTEN. TOO BUSY BLEEDING IT ALL OUT. RICH IN HIS OWN WAY. ALL NIGHT. EVERY NIGHT.
WE GOT IT IN BLACK AND WHITE. WE GOT OUR DADDY’S NAMES.
WE ONCE THOUGHT WE HAD A TOPPA THE CHART RADIO SMASH RECORDED ON A KARAOKE BOX.
COS WE GOT HOOKS. WE ANNOYED HEADS. WE ENJOYED IT. UNDERGROUND OR SHINY, IT ALL SEEMED AS STIFF AS EACH OTHER TO US. TOO MANY RULES N FUCKING WANNABE GATEKEEPERS.
NEVER BEEN PART OF A GANG/SCENE COS WE DIP INTO THINGS AND LEAVE.
IF IT WASNT FOR SLIMEBALLS WE WOULDNT BE HERE.
WE REPRESENT NO PLACE.
