Dead in the back. Midnight sun taking all that money can buy
human wreckage electrica man's first approach. Death takes a
ride taking a holiday. Slick and clean a murder machine. Tracks
off the road skidding towards thunderhead. Teasing the rail spar
ks from his brain slashing. Yeah cribdeath, killing the craddle,
crunching the baby in a dashboardlight. Yea like some cheesy ass
figurines, Jesus, Mary, Joesph crushed into her fuck'n head,
sprayed against the windshield, profit or pleasure I swear I s
wear. Blasting away a bitch in the back 18 yea 14 childbride
sunshine sex. Big day exit whiskey o'women winning winning spree
so long. Skin bone fabulous path fireball fun radio on cranking
saying. Somekind of portable radio melted into her screaming
legs. Keep on keeping, remote images, serious discomfort, a
story of more than cheap thrills, incestous demonized desire
made to be broken, made to be broken, made to be broken....