Downstairs a drunken thunderstorm comes crashing thru the door I've witnessed the illusion of the "disappearing whore" Lacey blinds blow around the window singing for my doom. (calling for my head) The cotton fingers wave for her as I hear the thunder boom.
The crazy hounds are howling from within their hungry throats. I am oh a few steps up from the green and greasy canvas coats
The boys at the door were right on time I was a waitin' on the lord to send me a sign I had to cut a few down, then I fled from the bloody ground Next stop, the nearest river town.
A seething veil falls freely from the frozen lunar plate It shatters shallow waters where the crickets congregate A hollow evil croaking falls beyond the reach of light A knotty vacant stump is telling fables to the night
The dirty devil never beat the delta at her game He drank the toast and gave us all a good look at his frame I heard the steamboat whistle blow I watched from the dark till we shoved from the shore Clear the foggy night, to the still of the moon's silver light And the town faded out of site.
The crazy hounds are howling from within their hungry throats. I am oh a few steps up from the green and greasy canvas coats
The purple night is made of lead, the pearly moon in flight, and i'm runnin, runnin for my crumby, rotten lot in life
Today at one the verdict of the judge resounded clear His wooden finger branded heaven cold within my ear His heckling pistachios sprayed poison on the bricks And the dancing shadows flailed at flamepoint by some sorry wick
I split the bailiffs face in two with the cold iron schackles that bound my wrist I fought free the keys then I lept two stories down
and i hit the ground running...
I scurry out into the twisted labyrinth of streets Confounded by frustrations, decomposing in the heat I've got snakes bound around my wrists, their tail crawls close behind Through sparkling motor oil puddles with their grimy shine
Gonna chew their heads off with a snarling smile Sell their skin to the dirt The midday sun is a parade within the lady's skirt and so the urgent dogs of other days to freeze away my face, nor the high priced virtues I've sent to the vacancy of space.
Lady i need a place to rest my bones Shave my head and take off these clothes, When you hear them call With their laughter and their law
Be quick, get the engine running.
Purring persian bouncing to the moon clings for its life Into a foamy sea of sheets i put to sleep my night
The boots of green and greasy coats are full of empty worms The swarthy mob is crazed, i can smell the justice burn
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