29 years have come and gone...

teen-age angst

that still "don't seem to fade"...

summertime restless...

reckless

the window climb at 3am

a pack of roving wolves gone wild

stolen moments

on steamy nights

her mama kept a leash on tight

cop dodge

free-for-all

run away...

runaway...

run away...

you in backhoe

the smoke ring king

guitar feedback

primal scream

screech of metal on metal

no one here survives...

we are fallen angels

bound to take a dive

we are rats in gutter...

trashed amidst the discontent

of our parent's failed lives