Maybe you could scold me
Tell my that you told me so
Dig my grave with your
Harder words
But I don't care
Sid and Nancy had it made
Heroine chic stupidity
In a hotel bed
Glazed eyes
And soft carpet touch
Like a thorn in the side
Of youthful stupidity
Keep it punky
Keep it fresh
Bleed on me
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