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Joe Banana


Free Account, Peißenberg

Lost Boys

The entire city is burning You can see the flames
like the inside of a mad jukebox Lost boys stalk
the streets with those jungle markings on their
chests Barbarians prowl in shadows, their heads
rocking with rodents Motorcycles reproduce in
nocturnal alleys groaning with greasy pleasure And
they've blown up the YWCA like a giant balloon And
sent it out to sea full of screaming, lovely,
lonely girls

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