Southside Sacramento

Suckcess lived in a sack, South side Sacramento, a qualified mess, undressed, hair rassed, bare assed. Nothing could caress, pardon or bless or please her less, home alone with Mona and the Mobile Phones, drying out her hair tones where the rats of society race then groan. The Rebellious Monk, a washed out punk, where politics stunk, on the fifty second bunk, claimed 'Love was beauty in a social junk', but the world went mad, postgrad bad, the people were 'had' and the pop world was a tad 'Glad all Over'!

Text and music by Trev Teasdel