In a Surry Hills apartment
lying naked on the floor
in a puddle of her drying blood
lies a twenty dollar whore
and the last cock that she ever sucked
is walking out the door
saying "man I gotta split this joint,
but first I gotta score."
In a stolen black Monaro
cut the night out of the gloom
head lights bright
he seized the night and
broke the back out fo the Hume
And the sunrise brings
his blood shot eyes
and blood stained hands to rest
a line of speed is all he needs
to still his beating chest
St Kilda smiles and a thousand miles
lie between him and her bed
where she still lies
with dead wide eyes
and a bullet in her head
The Trustees wish to thank JAF for retreiving this ancient parchment from the darkest corners of the ossuary
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