Freshly shaven face, splash on the good cologne. Fresh sheets and socks cause you never know. Breath mints in your pocket, wallet's full of bills. You're ready for tonight, dressed to kill or be killed.
Youe a face Il quickly be forgetting. An enigma I never figured out. . And though I said I never leave I lied.. I sure youl live. How much do I matter anyways?.
One more hour to go today. Then 14 left till I come back. Tomorrow. And 8 of those. Il sleep away. Leaves me 6 to relax and enjoy. Such is the life of the hourly worker.
You were sickened with the vowing of silence. I was taken by your permanent high. Two lovers, are you turned on? How romantic!. Now I need a guillotine to get you off my mind.
Amidst the rows of fast food stores. And tattoo parlors. There a crowded little record store. And a band is playing tonight upstairs. . Its Friday night 5 bucks at the door.
Hey, dainty girl flailing on the side of the road. With your great thumb in the air. I hope you don't mind me asking. But what happened to your underwear?.
Look out your window, Il drive you home. Clasp your knees up to your chin. Pretend to stare at anything. . Rev the engine, stomp the brakes. Turn the radio off as my heart breaks.
The studded cinctures were a band. From gloomy Ann harbor, Michigan. And they wrote just for you. These irrelevant tunes. . And with each heart-wrenching, fictitious wail.
Take a seat and catch your breathe. You're only working towards your death. For as the days go by, they go by oh so slow. . But your blonde hair and gaping eyes.
Well, I've had this secret. And I feel it's time that you should know. When I'm in your arms it turns me on. . But I've got a conscience too. And it says my heart's never in tune.
I felt a love of such deafening weight. Dangling from a balustrade of shilly-shally. Overlooking infinity and this ecstasy of you lying next to me. And in a peculiar way you clutched me.
Break it out, just break it out. Don't hesitate, the dialate. What's your name, what do you do. I'm not that kind of man but I'll make an exception for you.
The streets are all violent. With murderous excitement. The hunter and the prey. Are dancing everyday. . That waltzing gibberish. Where intake becomes outlandish.
Such derision when you fled. They bruised your lank shins while you were down. Some kicked the crutches from under your arms. You are one sorry story, a lost cause from conceivement.
You were one step behind. In that dismal school of mine. Needle and percocet. Instead of books on student's desks. . But we were so.. charming. The future was.. alarming.
My crew is locked down like chainz and shackles. Im ready to cut through flesh right through your skin with a scalpel decomposed. I catch a body in niggamortis evil forces in the orophis.
NUFF SAID' IM SWINGING MY MACHETE THROUGH YOUR KNOTTIE DREADS'. I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY OF DARKNESS HOLDING THE BOOK OF THE DEAD. WALKING THROUGH A LIONS DEN' IN BLOODY FLESH' DECAPITATE RAPPERS'.
DEVILS PLAYGROUND'. BLACK CLOUDS ARE FORMED OVER CROWDS'. DEAD BODY'S ARE FOUND'. IN THIS GHOST TOWN ITS THE DEVILS PLAYGROUND.
Stand to be found. Found to be guilty. A foolish game a crying shame. Over the hills. Down through the valleys. The evil eye an end to die. Until the day the gods help us all.