All my heroes are dead or dying
my soul is empty
and foresaken.
Like when I met Lou Reed,
and all he talked about was his balls
or seeing Johnny Rotten,
in it for the buck.
Orsen Wells as Unicron,
Francis making 'Jack'.
Jimi Hendrix,
choked on sick,
and Alexander the Great
was a fag.
Dr. Thompson's latest was shit,
and even Bukowski left me cold.
Kurt Cobain had his gun
and maybe he was right.
So offered the chance to live forever,
I think I'll slit my throat.
And have my ashes ground up,
and flicked in peoples eyes.