billboard supermodel with your xylaphone and drum, perfect tits and perfect tongue, drooling vulgar wisdom. i came to you shipwrecked and shrewd, begging for crumbs or quaaludes well I ate newspaper. i live under the freeway with all the living dead, the speed freaks and junkies and drunk deadbeat fathers, and i feel so excited when the sun sets on your face, frostbitten, frozen in fake ecstasy.

billboard supermodel i just robbed another home, took their laptops and prescription medication. while you were advertising slim designer jeans I got drowned out by the screams of CIA prisons. billboard supermodel can we just be authentic? can we just strip off all our flesh for a minute? ancient beasts walked these hills before their were condos, brilliant white foxes that dreamed in the daylight.

how’d you get so high? if you crawled down from that billboard would you die? oh those icy vines, sit back and watch those snakes in paradise. pray for death or money to free us from this life.

billboard supermodel dripping damp with skin care creams, lord i haven’t slept in weeks i’m seeing visions. of birds and corporate logos fornicating in the dirt, skyscrapers strut in pencil skirts and all the green and black colors of serious illness.

billboard supermodel queen of the city block. public buses zig zag round your dangling legs. you and I are pirates in this boring sea, we take all we can touch no on ever gave us much.

how’d you get so high? if you crawled down from that billboard would you die? oh those icy vines, sit back and watch those snakes in paradise. pray for death or money to free us from this life.

billboard supermodel all the kids in america we know about our inheritance about the shit hole your leaving. birthday parties in the chemical rain, seventeen wars guzzling black propane and everybodies derailing trains in the backyard of your cocaine brain. and oh how can you do it? how can you sit right there in your million dollar chair, sexy slither in your underwear while i lay here with broken songs like broken teeth, rotting gums no-where to sleep so i lay in your shadow, billboard supermodel.


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    General CommentWow, terrific. Johnny - you truly inspire so many people with the way your write. never stop, its beautiful
    jayefon December 12, 2010   Link
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    General CommentBeautiful song. I saw The Blood Brothers at FFF Fest in 2014, and Johnny held my hand during Cecilia/Silhouette Saloon, and I will never forget that, or any of them.
    TapestryOfWebson May 16, 2016   Link

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