Many avenue's of August
Share an epic of delusions
Where the lost girls stroll
The sore of a preacher’s thesis
These eyes behind shades,
Parallels to a dyke
These avenue’s of August
She circles all night
Should I give a damn,
When she needs no more
Sicken by the life
Something’s tattling the soul
In love with a clique
Thus sweeter than honey
These eyes behind shades
Keeps a bitch strolling
