Nancy and Sid

I bled dry
in a famous people's hotel
with a knife and a baby in my belly.
I always knew I would die
before I turned twenty-one,
and when I did, I would die famous.
I was the blonde black bride of punk, Nancy Spungen.
I don't remember who killed me,
I was too crazy,
but they say it was Sid.
I was crazy, unpredictable and violent.
So was Sid.
We brought out the worst in each other.
Our love could only end badly.
Yeah, that madness and heroin.

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