by Steven Francis

Created on: May 19, 2008   Last Updated: August 05, 2011

The Champion Land

We are babes
we want drink and drugs,
we want sex
we want groovy songs.
No more gospel
we want whats hip,
stick PC where it belongs.

We want devils
with hangover attitudes
not angels
with fluffy clarity.
Bring on the joyriders
ditch the clowns,
give us license for our insanity.

Go for broke
with all guns blazing,
give us 100mph
no red lights.
Review the censored
release the damned,
put disco back into fights.

Kick out the sober
God bless bourbon,
sell us heroin style
off the bone.
Give us a chance
to be actors or junkies,
death to methadone.

Pull us from gutters
save us from real time,
Grand Theft Auto
and Hooch flavoured pops.
Throw out whistles
lock away the sermons,
give us exclamation marks
instead of full stops...

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