Mamba

And tonight the look that branded me

Was like a pool of burnt out gasoline

Shiny brown skin like the melting tar

On a sticky summer road

Finger on the trigger

Words like bullets blast the brain

Nails a brittle edge of a breaking glass in a bar room brawl

Lay myself like a big jack rat

Limp and lazy on the sallow soaked floor

And now you're feeling sorry

Now I'm shattered sad and worn out

Ragged raped of mind and soul

Empty like an ashtray

Damp and dirty grime and grease

A broken hearted effigy

A bone cracked cranium face frozen about you

The cheap wine that you drown the million little devils in your brain

Stained your mouth and leaves a purple trail down heartache lane

To slash my sickly senses leaving me in my own hell

The silent sob of shaking shoulders as the candle drips and dies

Driving out the tear smeared figure that I used to know as you (you)

Your heel grinds out the cigarette stub you used to know as me

Take a sip out of the dirty glass that helps to glitter up your dirty little life

Loneliness may eat me up

Keep determined to survive this time

And skin like cocaine numb and yellow cut with poisoned pain

Feel so shot and shocked and shattered and shamed

But the hero and the heroine

That scars and helps me mellow out again

And close my eyes in ecstasy of cleaning out the decaying crimes

That are sinking me in self pity

Meet my eyes in fired goodbye

Like a flick knife in the chest

And just a tiny touch of you

So dark and damned and easy

Hope fallen the prey

To a thousand use and abuse 'ems

For I know that in the end the poison darts of hate

Will eat you up and will rise up

From the oily sea of my waxy lazy gloom

And stick the final pin that sends you in humiliation from the room

And I know you though you play Marlene Dietrich in the bar

Sinking slurring out of key like some jarred and jaded star

But the colour seems so faded fake fur that you surely are

Your much more blue than angel say goodbye to style and pride

As you show your heart with a naughty little organ

That beats out the number on the knees

The sensuality of the glorious diamonte dress

That hangs from your shoulders baring your bruised and battered chest

As you beat out the rhythm of the song

The rhythm on the flesh singing 'Einen Mann' qualluded deluded

Never never you and though you play at

Cat and mouse by giving me your whisky mouth

Remember that this little snake kisses you to kill

And I'll buy them all drink to toast

And charge the bill to you

You'll never see a faster mover dart in for attack

Slither shining

Danger a winding belt of black

Treacle runs from all your pores

The venom from the bite

Revenge is sweet and strikes just like a mamba every night