curvytangerinesince 2009

    • Biography

      Biography

      I'm gonna hit the highway like a battering ram,
      on a silver-black phantom bike
      When the metal is hot and the engine is hungry,
      and we're all about to see the light.
      Nothing ever grows in this rotting old hole,
      Everything is stunted and lost

      And nothing really rocks
      And nothing really rolls
      And nothing's ever worth the cost.