Standing on the Santa Monica Pier
Ocean swells like a fiery dragon
Beneath rotting wood and sandaled feet
Crab walks and beach *** sunrise
Caught the devil in the blink of an eye
Grown tangled in poison ivy lies
The sun sets in the horizon
And we talked pretty words of misery
Sep 24, 2011
Sep 24, 2011 at 12:41 PM UTC
Standing on the Santa Monica Pier
Ocean swells like a fiery dragon
Beneath rotting wood and sandaled feet
Crab walks and beach *** sunrise
Caught the devil in the blink of an eye
Grown tangled in poison ivy lies
The sun sets in the horizon
And we talked pretty words of misery
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