I like a lot fury tales
and feel a sens of nostalgia
from that childhood spent
taking apart willing dolls...
children still believe
in the legend of the serial killer
who emerges from the night ...
In ghost city the gospel
always ends up hanging from a rope
with a guitar ballad by the fire place...
that\'s where I\'d spend my life
with a sweet death who has the smile
of Lee van cleef ...
We\'ll have a lot of lovely stillborn...
You\'ll go to college my son ,
and you\'ll become a famous bounty hunter !
May god curse this damn bullyland .
All you find there is desert harvest ...
Kids don\'t need to dream in order to kill
faster then their own shadows ...
Beyond central park massgrave
the corpses stand up straight for a better life .
Only if they know the names of lord Remingon\'s
twelve apostles ...
Pistolero shoot the pianist who never grew up !
May the devil bless the repentance
of the zombies on rickers island !
all quiet west of the fifth street .
Hurried clouds in stetson telling each other
stories of oil and cotton ...
Rubik\'s cub fly to J.F.K .
At Madison square garden ali\'s memory searches
for its Teddy ,eaten by a grizzly ...
West of the great depression i\'ll escape
the evil spell of this birth and listen Kerouac
tell me some nonsense in the silence of death valley...