From the recording 00X: When Worlds Collide

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Slab Lab
8228 through the alley’s broken gate
You enter at your own risk into the cement abyss
Broken bottles, empty beers, lost souls, wasted years
Hookers with stiletto heels, junky bangers popping pills

Sirens wailing, cops with cuffs, Fire marshal’s, acting tough
Void of humanity, kick in the door that was the key
Crash pad promenade, blood spilt, trash bouquet
Music faded, art cried, overdoses, many died

Not for the faint of heart, across from Chateau Marmont
A haven for punk refuges, dirty mattress, new disease
Needle, spoon, dope and cotton, cocaine plans, names forgot
On Sunset in tinsel town, LA’s underground