Testo di Kids Of The Black Hole

No sound is heard from unit two When there was once so much to do It was once a green mansion, but now it's a wasteland Our days of reckless fun are through Kids in a fast lane living for today No rules to abide by and no one to obey Sex, drugs and fun is their their only though and care Another swig of brew another overnight affair House of the filthy, house, not a home House of destruction where the lurkers roamed House that belonged to all the homeless kids Kids of the black hole Messages and slogans are the primary decor History's recorded in a clutter on the floor Inhabitants that searched the grounds for roaches or spare change Another night of chaos is so easy to arrange The nights of birthdays The nights of cry The nights of endless drinking The nights of violence The nights of noise The nights that had to end for good, still not understood, by the girls and boys Carefree in their actions as for morals they had none When the girls were horny who would be the lucky ones? Pushing all the limits to a point of no return Trashed beyond belief to show the kids don't wanna learn