Nothing to give,
Nothing to lose,
A wish so tried,
That wishful thinking:
To coin a phrase,
To coin a phrase,
Lovestock 69 theyll say,
As they flaunt the bruises,
On drunken nights,
With strange, strange, strangers,
Foreign flashes,
Of diseased diseases,
To coin a phrase,
To coin a phrase,
69, that year of treason,
One rockin night,
After the next,
Yet blood boiled cold,
As sullied children slept,
To coin a phrase,
Once more,
To coin a phrase,
And begged forgiveness,
Regret sows seeds,
And time is scowled into
Turning back,
Yet lessons prevail,
And phrases live on,
In those immortal words,
To coin a phrase. . .
Interesting. It sounds nostalgic, which I'm guessing is what you were going for? My favorite lines are "As they flaunt the bruises,
On drunken nights." The rhythm is immaculate. 5/5
