death came walking

down sunset boulevard

dressed like a hooker

with a black rose in her hair

kissed a few junkies

while their mothers waved bye, bye

then she left for texas

for the electric chair

life is a a journey

it´s a one way ride

hearts keep on burning

out of torment, love or pride

life is a sad vacation

but it´s all we´ve got

boredom and sheer frustration

baby, that´s your lot

punish the unemployed

if they can´t find a job

mock all the poor and void

´cause they don´t dress like snobs

but just remember

that whatever you do

one day that sharp dressed hooker

will come looking for you

LARZ GUSTAFSSON

September 25, 2008