your ailing heart and your criminal eyes

you could either be successful or be us, with our winning smiles, and us / with our catchy tunes and words - now we're photogenic, you know, we don't stand a chance.


we’ve got to get out of this trap
before this decadence saps our will
I’ve got to be strong and try to hang on
or my mind may well snap
and my life will be lived for the thrills.

( rhps - don’t dream it, be it )