The Horror - Johnny Depp

作曲：Spoken Word

My face looked like it has been jammed into the spokes of speeding Harley

and the only thing keeping me awake was the spastic pain of a broken rib

It had been a bad trip

-- fastened while in some moments slow and dirty in others

But on balance

it looked like a bummer

On my way back to San Francisco

I tried to compose a fitting appetite

I wanted something original

but there was no escaping the echo of Mrs Kurt's final words from the heart of darkness

The horror the horror exterminate all the brutes