Somehow, it all came together recently. I am the unfortunate product of my early musical exposure.
Below, please find the album art. Yes, it's a near-naked whore straddling a giant pistol. Don't you fucking judge her.
Below that, the lyrical impression forged.
Mysogynist, misanthrope, miscreant...
I blame no one.
Instead, I credit L.A. GUNS.
Somewhere from another time
Yellow fever bodies writhe
Sugar on my breath
Is this the final curtain
I don't believe what's happening
She hides behind a veil of tears
Plays upon my darkest fears yeah
Water black as mud
Hungry for my blood
So desperately I cling to life
Pain I know I must survive
I see the eyes I can't forget
Caught between this world and the next