Techno was about to happen and the eighties was really just quite great,
our self inflated egos kept building to decide our fates.
our penis casts and syncopated bass lines became our ideals
our songs were motors running, with no one behind the wheels.
he was good with the chords,
and i used to be a choir boy
we thought we were
so much cooler than monogamy,
rock stars with tambourines and
vanity out of your league
the vaginas of our fans were seas
and our dicks were massive pink ships
everything else we ever did
was complete shit
apart from girls on film
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