The Punks Are Alright
Sunday, May 22nd, 2011
Hey, little girl, or really are you a little girl?
I remember meeting you on the scene, I fell for you though you’re just
fourteen.
Hey Lolita, if you ever need a place to stay,
if you ever just want to get away, come on with me, a runaway.
I had her back here with me. I remember her face.
Then someone squealed to the pigs, now...





























































