1991: The Year Punk Broke


No, I don’t belong to her, I don’t belong to any choir
She’s my prize forsaken angel but she don’t hear me cry
She’s a long-hearted mystic and she can’t carry on
When I’m there she’s alright, but when she’s not when I’m gone

Heaven knows that the answer she don’t con no one
She’s the way for sailing beautiful, she’s mine for the one
And I lost a heavy tension by temptation as it runs
But she don’t holler me, but I’m not there, I’m gone


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Nico photographed by Steve Schapiro in Times Square, New York City.