Those Wolf Mechanics
Those Wolf Mechancis
Today you beat the fortune teller
to death with your bare hands
Was it his smirk Laugh
Or the ostrich feather taped to his purple hat?
He read the lines on your palm
Chanting a creole song
"It is soon you will die,
and angels don't take bribes"
Don't linger on the sight
you smashed until your hands stop
Just run back to the alley
Tell jokes to the bricks and rats
Because one man's murder scene,
is another champagne party
One man's murdered spine,
is a soldier's war decoration
Those wolf mechanics!
Flare up again
As you make your way back to the financial district
The subway is a numb field
And every dazed boy and girl makes you lick your lips
And the girl with the accordion, chewing grass like a lam
She hands you the juicy eye
and then she laughs at your pathetic tie
Don't linger On the grin you gouged in her throat
Just take the subway home
But the wife and kids twinkle like stuffed dogs
And you're like The stormy ocean now,
collecting death like driftwood
Those wolf mechanics banging
Those wolf mechanics crashing
But one man's suicide
Is a credit company's bride
One man's poisoned mind
Is a pharmaceutical gold mine
You bring your kill
from the savannah And bake it in the sun
But the heat wraps it's flesh
And you see the face of God in the tarry mess
Those wolf mechanics banging
Those wolf mechanics crashing