For a minute, she's stuck spinning in it. Still it's better to lose hope than dying in it. Off track, impact, slam, she's lying in it. Now she leads the way to the lost cost exhibit.
Drop in, hey. . Call us degenerate, heads in a purple haze. Breaking our necks with crime that pays. It's the war of Rolex versus renegades. So place your bets and burn the beds you made.