basements, warehouses, renovated burlesque parlors
for Molly Shea
We take off our shirts and then we die
melt together and form a new identity
we’re part of something better now.
You’d never touch anyone like you touch that guitar
you’d never speak to anyone like you speak to that mic
but you are speaking to us that way
you are talking to us that way
and we like it.
When you’re up there on stage your’e a god
all those kids down there are angels in your court
see them jumping up and down
they’re trying to fly away.
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