…and go home

Just a little re-write…

Rock on, Gold Dust Leftard

Take your media spoon, dig your grave

Heartless challenge

Pick your path and I'll pray. Wake up in the morning

See your sunrise, loves to go down

Lousy leftard lovers pick their prey

But they never cry out loud, cry out. Well, did she make you cry

Make you break down

Shatter your illusions of love?

And is it over now, do you know how?

Pick up the pieces and go home.