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The Path Of The Punk Rocker

The Punk Rocker Is Screaming Out In The Night
Only In His Mind He Can Hear Drums
The Sound Of Them Grow Stronger
He Bends Down
He Takes The Pillow Over His Head To Make The Drums Stop
They Continue And The Punk Rocker Runs Against His Window
The Window Crashes And The Punk Rocker Falls
He Lands On An Old Nasty Madres
He Rises
He Starts Walking
Now He’s All Alone
He’s On His Way To Destruction
He Just Hasn’t Figure It Out Yet
He Sees A Light
A Hand That Is Reaching Out For Him
He Looks Up In The Light And Sees A Man
The Man Wears The Same Clothes And The Same Makeup As Him
The Man Walks To Him And Says
You’re Not Alone
You Just Have To Find Other Punk Rockers
The Punk Rocker Looks At The Man
He Smiles
The Two Punk Rockers Walks Down The Road To Destruction
After A While There Are About Ten Punk Rockers Who Walks Down The Road Together
The Punk Rocker And His Friend Stops
They Turn Around And The Man Says
You See
I Told You That You Weren’t Alone
The Bunch Of Punk Rockers Walks By Many People Who’s Jealous Of Them
They Are Together While The Persons That They Pass Are Alone
So I Chose The Right Path In The End
Says The Punk Rocker And Smiles
Everybody Around Him Agrees And Smile When He Look At Them
So The Punk Rocker Lived Happily Ever After
Not Quite But
He Tried To Do The Best Of His Life Which Was Easy When He Was Himself
And As Far As I Know The Bunch Of Punk Rockers Are Still Walking Down The Street
And All The Time New People Join Them
So It Became A Parade Of Minorities
That’s The Way It’s Supposed To Be
Thinks The Punk Rocker

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