Tybalt, technology in hand. Use it wisely.
Tybalt dies and the city stops in its tracks
the city wants its bloodthirsty villian back
running out of bad guys that start barroom brawls
and violate your daughters in bathroom stalls
with coke and sin and oral sex
the purveyor of all moral hex, dies a deplorable death
slayed by his own gun and cremated
ashes spread into the sea, the wound is sore and tender
this scourge on society was one to be remembered
sacred as Attica riots, sacred as L.A. anarchy
Tybalt dies and everyone goes home, the poetry of cinema
becomes one sick, disconcerting enema
the director leaves the set, Shakespeare rolls in his grave
Romeo contracts Aids from a fluffer backstage
Old World charm can't satisfy American nymphomania
the dream of Californication becomes contained, deterred
a canvas blurred too epic to be titled with words
no force of evil and the universe is out-of-balance
the people notice the machines and everything is off its axis
magic in the neon lights seduce you
February stars don't shine as bright as they used to
don't you want to get drunk at bars with members of the cast
mock the terrorists before they set off the big blast
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Originally Posted by Chuck Diesel
