1 lutego 2012
lost generation
Lost Generation
a boy lays in the gutter
a needle by his side
a life so short a last resort
he even lost his pride
he lived without a future
then died without a life
he will never know the happiness
of children and a wife
they say it will not harm you
they say you will feel know pain
for they know once you try it
that your will be back again
for a pusher makes a million
he makes it out of sorrow
another trip another hit
another death tomorrow
John Frankie Connor
Copyright ©2008 John Connor
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