Come back, Dee Dee Ramone.
Come back, Jeffrey Lee Pierce.
Come back, Frankie Venom.
Come back, Lux Interior.
Come back, Darby Crash.
Come back, Johnny Thunders.
Come back, Sid Vicious.
Come back, Joe Strummer.
We need you now.
Well no, she lied to me to ‘protect my feelings’. And because now I can see it wasn’t the best situation for either of us really. Anyway who the fuck are you and why do you wanna know all this?