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Last of The Gang to Die

from Lucifer is Love by Them Pulp Criminals

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Night slowly creeps into the town,
Lights out till tomorrow's early dawn
The shadows grow, the wind sings menace
One of my kind
Still running colors, hopeless case
Last of the gang to die

Switchblade knives and cheap wine
That's what took my friends away from here
They used to walk with prom queens
Now they got a date with eterity

So here it is, I raise one to the memory
For the colors and the turf,
Battles of the weekend nights...
Why they never took me for this ride?

Night slowly creeps into my heart,
Sometimes I cannot stand the burden of my past

Kids are laughing pointing me
As they call me names behind my back
Once a warrior, now a clown
Bitter, greying, lonely wreck

So here it is, I raise one to the memory
For the colors and the turf,
Battles of the weekend nights...
It would hurt me that I'd leave
By my old age more than knife...
In the end I'll join them in this ride...

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from Lucifer is Love, released August 12, 2016

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Them Pulp Criminals Kraków, Poland

A somber gentlemen quartet.
Dark country, negative folk, surf noir.
Timid supervillains.

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