King Dean Keep Going
Up on the balconies of B-movie-flicks
We are seeking for sensation and some teenage kicks
They call us miserable, they call us punks
Finally we´re lepers we´re a bunch of drunks
Keep going, little sister
Whip her slowly and hang on to her lips
Shake off your bitterness and move your hips
Due to Prozac, she´s a light-hearted slut
Talk about C. R. Rogers, never keeps her trap shut
Keep going, little sister
Lucid lights from the suburbs up above
Shiny little girls who are playing rough
Grotesque creatures, they repeople the streets
Down by the ruins, that´s where we´ll meet
Then you come down, then you´re back on earth
Like the moment your mamma gave birth
You lost time, there´s no future, nor past
There ain´t no shadow, you could cast
Keep going, little sister
Lucid lights from the suburbs up above
Shiny little girls who are playing rough
Grotesque creatures, they repeople the streets
Down by the ruins, that´s where we´ll meet
Keep going
