Brett Ralph
Punk Rock
The nights were blunt and fixed.
Nobody meant anything by anything.
We were fast enough, sure,
but we were kids: we did
cheap drugs alone and hoped
we wouldn't crumble if somebody fucked us.
Brett Ralph
The nights were blunt and fixed.
Nobody meant anything by anything.
We were fast enough, sure,
but we were kids: we did
cheap drugs alone and hoped
we wouldn't crumble if somebody fucked us.