Keene Brothers Island Of Lost Lucys
Days of the phase of Lucy crying
Says don't shoot, I'm already dying
You have made you mark an holy ground
Now you can't be found
Love will take you down
Writing her slot for "The Snot Renditions"
Lost the last ones - "The Unconditions"
They're not even worth their weight in tears
But they sum the years
When no one came around
This time you'll be around
To see the celling - gray in sorrow
Piss down and so you'll find
The same old voices
Raised tomorrow
Breaking, cracking
Gossiping away
Like the days of Lucy crying
