Recorded in the Blitz basement in Oslo before evacuating to england
Lyrics
There's blood on the ground
Im spinning in town
Puke up the city
Im living the dream
But I can't remember
Anything, at all
A graveyard of dreams
The maze of the city
Running in circles
Distracted by drugs
It kills paranoia
It kills everything, except
Those sad sorry ghosts
So called friends
Rock n fucking roll
Fly through the city