CARNAGE!
Oh my poor, glistening orbs, my turgid, wet darlings
Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender
The beauties were brief
Shall I mourn you decline with some thunderbird wine
And a black handkerchief?
I miss your sad Virginia whisper
I miss the voice that called my heart
Sweet Gene Vincent
Young and old and gone
Sweet Gene Vincent
Who, who, who slapped John?
White face, black shirt
White socks, black shoes
Black hair, white strat
Bled white, died black
Sweet gene Vincent
Let the blue cats roll tonight
At the sock hop ball in the union hall
Where the bop is their delight
Slide it in there Sonny - squeeze it right in there Sonny Jim!
Posted By: tehwatch, Mar 2, 16:56:44
Written & Designed By Ben Graves 1999-2025