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Utwory wykonawcy:

Anthem for doomed youth

You’re howling, abyss-eyed and broken You’re perverted, ungracefully drunk But there’s nobody left in the West these days Wronged enough to be a punk Doomed youth, you’re so beautiful You never learn to be suspicious of the stones That look too precious to be...

Heroin

My heroine is on heroin But not bad heroin, the good heroin That rockstars take And that heals the ache Of the pain she's in She's not dirty; she's past thirty She plays acoustic guitar and the flute And the harp and the theramin On heroin My heroine...

New Art For The People

But for the cum in your hair, The cocaine on your teeth You'd be just like the girls That I kissed on the heath Your mother left and you're all alone And the world is at your feet You smell like ash, mildew and hash Can barely even speak And it's so sa...

Roses

Lyrics to Roses : I breached the borders of your home And everything looked as it should have done Candle flame flickers and books unread Round the crystal kept on an unmade bed Flowers cut to shrivel and die Like romance does and we both know why With an ar...

The sequel to Peter Pan and Wendy

Windows shine like bat's eyes reflecting something unseen in the dark Before I came in to this city I never saw a shooting star You said your soul was precious, when you were trying to sell your soul to me The glamour's the first thing that you learn, when you...

Waiting for Pete Doherty to die

Buy all the papers, Sell them on ebay; Your dissertation is due in two days. Read the tributes on the 'net, Move on, try to forget, Find out what a french man says, Cut the words into your chest, Bleed for days, Stumble home in a haze: We know so much We know...

We love you, Tania

Oh Patty, drive the car Drive the car into the city We run guns to the savages You’ve seen in magazines It’s the summers without love It’s the grind of the seventies It’s the sickness of America Where nobody is clean Oh Patty, your daddy Well he’s richer than...