Friday, December 12, 2008

We Suck Young Blood. (Your Time is up.)

are you hungry?
are you sick?
are you begging for a break?
are you sweet?
are you fresh?
are you strung up by the wrists?

we want the young blood

are you fracturing?
are you torn at the seams?
would you do anything?
fleabitten, motheaten?

we suck young blood
we suck young blood

won’t let the creeping ivy
won’t let the nervous bury me
our veins are thin
our rivers poisoned

we want the sweet meat
we want the young blood

[A song about] these multiplatmum artists hooking up with the latest French disco producer to do their new record
.-Colin, Rolling Stone, Aug. 2001.

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