The Song

Oklahoma Hitchcock sold his last wedding ring
to Siberian dwarfs and the foot fetish king
and walked a blue ally with a scorpion sting
while all the mimes of Amsterdam started to sing

The albino is underage and drunk on Boones
the dumpster diving neocons are lost on the dunes
the house is full of roaches, rats and rabid raccoons
Saturn whiskey rings and hollow pock marked moons

The blue jeaned tyrant is looking for the cure
he pounds his fist for dust storms over crescents of the poor
he is word made vision of dirt and Louis Lamore
a sick and savage carpetbagger you're still paying for

The Persian painter is sitting on the steps
selling fake fur coats and smoking cigarettes
the cobblestone is haunted by angry silhouettes
of transvestite whores and Iraqi vets

The senator in eyeliner takes one more drag
from the rolled up remnants of an African flag
taken from a Colorado meth addict hag
who's vegan thin with blisters and still wants to brag

The Amazon has dirty thongs and she sniffs glue
with Brazilian kids and tiny Tim who never grew
the preachers and the admen cut the neck bones blue
and then all the brain dead babies they look at you

The bible belt abortion doctor gives a growl
to the baby faced pundit who's still crying foul
about the orchestra of enemies who figured out how
to raise the mark of Cain in the year of the cow

They wallow in the hollows of the airport bars
with broken jukeboxes and out of tune guitars
and stare through the smoke at refinery stars
and brag about their women and their awful scars

She rides the blue line in tight white jeans
doors slide reflecting her Medusa dreams
a life spent fucking bloated fiends
who are driving their cement trucks down to New Orleans

Wake up Malynda it's the time before the end
all the voices you have stolen are buried in the sand
we can drink until the highways burn the phantoms screams and then
we can toast the morning sun and do it all again

You can't shake the whiskey it's made in hell
crafted by the cracker of the liberty bell
kill you like a photograph of William tell
hanging in some cheap smoke filled motel