Itinerant dreamers and hopeless bastards —
Would-be, part-time heroes and recreational junkies
Apparitional screamers and unabashed mashers
Button mashing, pleasure center, delectation monkeys
Bliss huffing ciphers of porno panaceas
Buttons up and zippers down, zippos aloft we hail you
Beautitudinal fevered hosts of all-night pizzerias
Angel dust and candy rolls, nothing to gain nothing to do
Prognosticating paramour come fuck me into nullity
Reflective pools within your eyes a functional nonentity
You were right, and they were right, may Holy Smoke objure us
Daylight doesn’t follow night and their kind can’t endure us
Communion then with the holy voids then let clouds of obscure us