Headed into town at a snail's pace
Neck brace
It started with a tremor
And it ended with an earthquake.
Gin & catatonic on a Sunday afternoon
To get the bees out of our bonnets
And the salt out of our wounds.
Disembowel the starlet just before the matinee
& By the time we reach the curtain call
She won't get in our way.
Seize the day with a sickle.
Seize the evening with a spike.
Everyone's dancing with the Devil
In the pale moonlight.
Yep.
Throw me over.
Hold me under.
Absent minded.
Torn asunder.
Dominatrix.
Belly dancer.
Nickel-plated.
Necromancer.
From a train in New York City
To a hill in Idaho,
Where the skies are filled with rainbows
& the streets are paved with gold,
Well the food ain't fit for eating,
& Water ain't safe to drink,
& The air ain't fit for breathing,
& Your thoughts ain't safe to think.
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