The sad ugly boy lives in the outskirts.
Old faded pants and a Kurt Cobain shirt,
(lightnings over shadows).
The sad ugly boy stares at the world
He’s always been told heaven’s like home.
No future only tomorrows… that’s enough.
The sad ugly boy is filled up with dreams.
He wishes he could jump into his TV screen
with girls and superheroes.
The spots on his skin he wears like pins.
It’s like he comes out of a Rock’n’roll machine.
Chemicals and rainbows... that’s enough.

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