Lyric for the day

Your life becomes as sickening as that mess you call your face
That pig you call your girlfriend she's been in there for days
Climbing up the walls shot some on my balls
Wrap it up call it art
Now your record's in the charts

Too much junkie business
Too much junkie business
Too much junkie business
I dont wanna fuck around with you

Johnny Thunders

Many rumors surround Thunders' death at the St. Peter House in New Orleans in April 1991. He apparently died of drug-related causes, but it has been speculated that it was the result of foul play. Dee Dee Ramone took a call in the next day from Johnny's rhythm guitar player. "They told me that Johnny had gotten mixed up with some bastards... who ripped him off for his methadone supply. They had given him LSD and then murdered him. He had gotten a pretty large supply of methadone in England, so he could travel and stay away from those creeps - the drug dealers, Thunders imitators, and losers like that."

Thunder imitators? It's not possible to imitate Johnny!!