Oct.15.92

 
The place was so hip
they called it 36
even the roaches were dancing on the walls
who needs fire when you've got smoke machines
in a tunnel of light and psychedelia
I feel out of place in straight leg jeans
it's coming back to me now that whole decade
with a grip on reality so tight it oozed
loud dim smoky rooms
held the promise of luck
what ever happened to pick-up-lines
how do porcupines make love
come here and I'll show you
 
 

 
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