PRETTY FOLKS
Nash The Slash / Toby Dammit


The sidewalk surface was dancing with tricks
In mad whirling circles they look for kicks
They book each other like drugs do their blood
And draw trumps and tramps when they're playing stud

And they're pretty folks, pretty folks bending the trend
Pretty folks, pretty folks, they'll never mend.

Splitting their cells, looking for pills
They blow their change and they don't pay their bills
Modified modular spandex decay
Flocks of flash zeros with nothing to say

Chorus

In funhouse mirrors they don't seem to age
As they decompose in memory's cage
But total loss is not something to hide
When the last big sleep has started inside

Chorus



(Contributed by Andy & Mogg - July 2003)