sinful youth in overdrive

comatose ,but still alive

ugly rumours,wind-borne tell

of pissings in the wishing well

how we lost our way back there

surfin? high on pissed off glares

we rode rings around our fears

and couldn?t have asked for more



endless summers in teenage lust

like rhinoceros on angel-dust

where nothing?s ever happening

suburbia-mon amour

there was no target we could miss

cruising cool on prejudice

how could we?ve avoided this?

wise men ponder still...



with the picks off of life?s upper shelf

the only place I found myself was

poised for flight in a mensroom stall

drenched in alcohol



and when sun she came peeking through

there wasn?t much more to do

cut our wrists on guilded sins

and closed the door back in



not good,not nice,

but we saw through all of their lies

not mean,not scared

but there



sinful and wind-borne