Modern Life Is War - These Mad Dogs of Glory

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Sustained by madness. Sustained by Darkness
Heroes and Fuck-ups bounding through time
I sit alone. I raise a strong drink
To your songs. Your words in think black ink
And lives lived. Not fairy tales but flesh and blood
Rimbaud on the Red Sea. Strummer in the slum
Plath at her daddy’s grave. Hunter with his gun
These Punks. These Cowards
These Mad Dogs of Glory
Bukowski on a binge in the streets of L. A
Those who lived hard cause they could see no other way
Push a little towards me
These Mad Dogs of Glory
What you were born to be. What you become
And what is left of a man when his work is done
It’s hard to imagine. It’s hard to conceive
Your abuse. Your failures. Your boredom. Your years of uncertainty
Too Human. All Too Human. This Breathing in and out
Breathe in. Breathe Out
Miller in the tropics. Lorca murdered in the street
Richey at the Severn Bridge feeling incomplete
From here to eternity
These Mad Dogs of Glory
An orphan who spoke the silent language of love
A victim of an American witch hunt. A victim of his times
These Mad Dogs of Glory
Sustained by Madness. Sustained by Darkness
Push a little bit of light towards me
These mad dogs of glory