Where the wild things go


Where the wild things go

The coked Rocker

God is just a statistic in the census
God is in the TV
Like the Jedi
Other than the heroin, the only stairway to a heaven
is the fire down below
Where the wild things and other groupies go

The tired Priest

Never taken heroin in his life
But is beaten by a fat wife
He’s sure its just the same
Feeling nothing but numb over and over again

The ageless Madonna

Puts her hand up for Jesus
with albums full of pop dross
hangs her self on a christless cross
Takes what’s shiny and new
Then beds you adieu

The Boss

From across town
Songs of gravel and rust
Knows the devil and the dust
Sings about the Man
Bringing him down

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