(outside) L.A.

no one is united
and all things are untied

perhaps we’re boiling over inside
They’ve been telling lies

Who’s been telling lies?
There are no angels

There are devils in many ways
Take it like a man

The world’s a mess it’s in my kiss
You can’t take it back, pull it out of the fire

Pull it out
: in the bottom of the ninth
Pull it out: in chords of red disease

Drag on the system, drag on my head and body
There are some facts here that refuse to escape

I could say it stronger,
but it’s too much trouble

I was wandering down at the bricks, hectic ennit?
Down we go cradle and all

The world’s a mess it’s in my kiss
Go to hell see if you like it then come home with me

Tomorrow night maybe be too late

Both moons are full

eXene and John Doe, 1980

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