the devil in mexico

Aug 15, 2004 23:14

well ill take two shots said the devil to the man. and leave the little book on the bar. the lord knows that the devil he only talk shit. only drinks whiskey from the jar. and his hands were raw. and his eyes were cold. his breathe is pure alcohol. and the sound of his voice, it never got older. we talked and talked, and talked into the night. we were sipping the shots till the morning light. we stumbled into the shed and as i start to go, i put three bullets in his back.....

well the devils bleeding crude oil from a hole in his chest. and its on the bedpan, dripping through the bedsheets. and all the businessmen are putting parls beneath his wounds and pawning the oil at the market. well his heart aint made of nothing but piss and vinegar. and his boots have trampled more than you would know. and his breathe splits open the thermometer on the sill. its so fucking cold in here since you brought in the snow. black heart, leaking oil in the pan. dealing insults with his free hand, in his hospitol bed bleeding. black heart, you shot the plan to hell. and the apathy ate you up inside you. hes the poison inside you. and you eat until youre full. and you eat until your full. he lit the fires inside your belly. full of medicine and whiskey. all the aspirin, valium, codiene pills and silver rum. someone sail a hail mary for this house. bless the corners and burn the devil out.....
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