Friday, March 25, 2011

7pm, somewhere in Melbourne

I was born to the city,
but I longed to roam free.
Got a screaming horse in my belly;
scar on my heart.
I live outside of convention,
you know the people who stare.
I'm just a breed of society,
I'm pushin' hard and I'm stealin' free,
Don't try to lay no trip on me.

The Cult, 'Wild Hearted Son', Ceremony, 1991

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