It's music, who cares? Half of these musicians are pedos, most
are consenting adults
That synth
Lead singer, Darby Crash wrote this about his prostitute boyfriend Donnie
You're not the first you're not the last
Another day another crash
Embracing my life between your thighs
We will perform in the deadly skies
Reducing my mind to endless nights
You send my dreams to their demise
Realized by your last breath
I take your hair in to my hands
I pull it tight to fit your demands
Feel my body in to yours
I Know it's right cause that's my soul you stir
These ain't from Harlem but they're great tracks