We could not teach you love.
We tried but you broke us
We could not make our value stick
You had no way, Dead Boy
What hell or fucked fit frothed you mind
To such shame and depravity?
Let me give a little advice for anyone who’s mind fucks them to kill innocent people. Don’t listen. I’m glad I could cure that up for you.
It’s easier not to do
something than doing it.
None of your people think you, Dead Boys, are awesome. The people think the worst of you
You always go after innocence, beautiful little childern with big smiles, stunning women with long legs and good hard working fathers wearing blue jeans. It’s never some wacko sick son of bitch that deserves it
It has no honor. Only agony and disgust deep down thick puking repulsion so hard the people are hopeful for hell and to be there to see you in it