Rattlesnake

Singing in the slaughterhouse
A skinny silhouette with a clarinet
Seducing with a strychnine smile
Succulent display, what a shame

Sixty-something suicides all six feet underground
Some of them allured, what a smorgasbord

I know it’s rude to stare
But your eyes they mesmorize me
And your tail moves so gracefully
I know it’s sad to lose
But your kisses are so potent that I’m
Lying here with no breath left to use

Sitting in a stack of skulls
The have-nots and the weak have become antique
Strangling the stratosphere
Siberia to Spain
Such a silly game for you

Shallow dens with with sidewalk bends are slipping through the sand
Somehow they were faked by a rattlesnake

I know it’s rude to stare
But your eyes they mesmorize me
And your tail moves so gracefully
I know it’s sad to lose
But your kisses are so potent that I’m
Lying here with no breath left to use

I know it’s rude to stare
But your eyes they mesmorize me
And your tail moves so gracefully
I know it’s sad to lose
But your kisses are so potent that I’m
Lying here with no breath left to use