Star struck like a gong
screaming like a choir
setting everything on fire
bleached black and blue
a beaten blond.
There but for the grace of God
here I come.
The fire of love
is burning me
the fire of love
won't let me be.
Steal it like a toy
give it like a gift
drink this down
it's a catalyst.
Punks, Skins and Latin Kings
all call you brother.
The Devil don't let you age gracefully
but the angels never even spoke to me
give me one great moment
one epiphany.
Oh you'll have one
Jeffrey Lee.

Poor old Jeffrey Lee.


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