Katherine’s in her own world she’s an E head with blue hair And streaking through the party showing off her underwear Yeah Keeps dancing, no quitting
Chewing on the candy necklace soaked because she’s sweating Silence is a dealer-sort of hippie with a bag That’s filled and overflowing with his special brand of shwag Yeah He’s way to, deep in it Always getting asked so he can never ever finish
And though you tell me that I’m the one I know you shouldn’t be taking me home, alone Because I’m gonna
Get you, get you, get you, get you what you need Get you, get you, get you, get you so tell me You’ll be my Sid again And I’ll be Nancy Spungen what oh
Josh sits on the bench and smoking seven packs a day He’s just an alcoholic but he’s got a lot to say and Keeps filling and turning
Blue so in the morning he can’t eat because he’s hurling Julia spent all her money powdering her nose She’s not letting go She’s stripping, at Pleasures For her upper habits that her tiny scale will measure
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