Singing in the slaughter house Skinny silhouette, with a clarinet Seducing with a strychnine smile Succulent display, what a shame Sixty something suicides are six feet underground Some how they’re allured, what a smorgasbord I know it’s rude to stare But you’re eyes they mesmerize me and your tail moves so gracefully I know it’s sad to lose But you’re kisses are so potent that I’m lying here with no breath left to use Sitting in a stack of skulls The have-nots and the weak have become antiques Strangling the stratosphere Siberia to Spain Such a silly game for you Shallow dens with sidewalk vendors slipping through the sand Somehow we were faked by a rattlesnake I know it’s rude to stare But you’re eyes they mesmerize me and your tail moves so gracefully I know it’s sad to lose But you’re kisses are so potent that I’m lying here with no breath left to use I know it’s rude to stare But you’re eyes they mesmerize me and your tail moves so gracefully I know it’s sad to lose But you’re kisses are so potent that I’m lying here with no breath left to use