Unknown Pleasure

The song ended before it was sung. The place I can hardly call "home" is perfect to bury our dreams. The young animals starved with new abundance of violent love making & music rising from hell-- a highway leading to immature death What is beauty? A loaded gun against your tender hip bunring with desire and fear of a long day that'll end in bitter tears What's love when there's no hope? I cannot even make out my own face in neon light & rhythm of neolithic age with new promises and paper money we die for without a blink Let's sing then all the way to the place called No Return and don't let the tear fool you! 06/02/04