They smoked till they needed an inhaler
They couldn't have been paler
Full of wisdom, full of experience
Beauty was what they had
Red lipstick smudged onto their lips
Smelt of cigarettes, beer, and stale perfume
I don't know why I love them so, they were always there

Boney was the place to be, the place all the kids would go
They told me urban legends of my town
Rodney the ******, I should talk to him about politics
Scott the Schizophrenic, I should talk to him about The Man
They held me by my hand
And yet I still wished to leave
To leave the Mystical Three