What's White Got To Do With It

Black-blue and purple-gray, barred from florescent in amber we play scratched across vinyl, we sway, arguments in amber we play. Hopped up on booze, blow, and the down beats blare where we grind the twenty-first centuries bruised gene pool is content in amber we play. Fused in secretions, saps, drink thrust and dine whoring for more like the short lived denizens of earlier times in amber we play. Alive in the moment pupils blown, see them sway selling their innocence as if it were blight oh the pretense of love, found, lost or betrayed. Drunken dancers grope for holds, bleary eyed strays tasting the bitter fruit bone weary of fright alive in the moment pupils blown, see them sway. The disc jockey's spinning tunes stage dive, surf the floor in the jaundiced light of bars where love's betrayed in amber we play. Whites blown and blood shot, cigarette smoke a thick haze jaundiced death walks to the bass beat as in amber we play. SONG: Whiter Shade of Pale