Lou Reed (March 2, 1942 - October 27, 2013) was an American rock artist originally from Brooklyn, New York, USA. Especially while a member of the The Velvet Underground in the 1960s, Reed broke new ground for the rock genre in several important dimensions, introducing more mature and intellectual themes to what was then considered a largely simplistic genre of music.
In 1964 Reed moved to New York City and began working as an in-house songwriter for Pickwick Records.
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Date: Tue, 11 Nov 1997 21:47:32 +0100 From: Tom Subject: Kill Your Sons by Lou Reed
Date d'envoi: dimanche 11 novembre 1997 21:40 Objet: Kill_your_sons by Lou Reed
All your two-bit psychiatrists are giving you electro shock They say, they let you live at home, with mom and dad Instead of mental hospital But everytime you tried to read a book You couldn't get to page 17 'Cause you forgot, where you were So you couldn't even read
Don't you know, they're gonna kill your sons Don't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons
They're gonna kill, kill your sons Until they run run run run run run run run away Mom informed me on the phone She didn't know what to do about dad Took an axe and broke the table Aren't you glad you're married And sister, she got married on the island And her husband takes the train He's big and he's fat and he doesn't even have a brain They're gonna kill your sons
Don't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons Don't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons
Until they run away Creedmore treated me very good But Paine Whitney was even better And when I flipped on PHC I was so sad I didn't even get a letter All of the drugs, that we took, it really was lots of fun But when they shoot you up with thorizene on crystal smoke You choke like a son of a gun
Don't you know, they're gonna kill your sons Don't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons They're gonna kill, kill your sons Until they run run run run run run run run away