Well i'm kissing Vultures
Have you ever, ever seen in you whole legged life
A knock kneed sailor with a bow legged wife?
Well i've seen the twisting of the whores
A worms you can't tell them apart
I was found but now i'm lost
Bermuda, surfs up again
Out of Vogue, in the roadside ditch lurching
She set the dial to pulverize
Much like the snake our bodies writhe
I caught the gleam of her incisors in the night
Willing I prepped the jugular