Dust to Dust

歌詞

A lonely shadow filled the frame of a 6th floor window A tenament resemblin' a 5th ward shit hole A tortured soul type of agoraphobe Who sported robes and made sure his door was closed Ever since his brief intro to this freak nympho He had his first time with her in a lime green pinto He kept the cheap bimbo But he was unaware that any cat who come prepared got up in her underwear He was an unsure kid, somewhat scared in the first place Before his 20th birthday, he married his first lay A careless, young airhead, who shared sex in her bed spread Anywhere she found a spare bed Who would dare wed such a slut? Savage and sultry To the last days of their marriage, she practiced adultry When she finally bounced on the boy, he drank by the gallon and quarts and shouted at the lord til he went out of his core Instead of crazy, he had thoughts of going Kevin Spacey in Se7en, maybe He wanted to behead his lady and any shady kid who laid his mitts on his baby's tits His faith was stripped like an atheist Maybe its that God lies, he was tortured by the thought of How many odd guys probably knew his wife's bra size His thought process was counter-clockwise Envisionin' guns and bloody butcher shop knives [sample from movie]: Man #1: What the fuck are you doing?? Woman: What the fuck does it look like I'm doing? Man #2: Can you close the door? Man #1: Will I close the door? Will I close the door?! That's my wife, you ASSHOLE! *gun shot* *Ambulance & EMT arrive* The super opened the tenant's door and found a corpse instead The rookie cop was like "Are you sure he's dead?" Then the coroner said, "You mean aside from how his forhead's spread? The empty quarter-keg and the skipping record by Portis Head? I would say it's a safe bet that he took a 38's best taste test and ate lead He's more or less dead Tag him and bag him, then ziplock the smokin' magnum Round up the neighbors from the ground up and ask them 'Who, what, where, when and why?' Anything that would make such a friendly guy wanna end his life It's all probably, to be revealed in the autopsy" The semi-warm body rolled through the first floor lobby Growing cold and lifeless, journey on the gourney to the meat wagon Packed in with the medical devices Firmly wrapped tight in a sheet of white While the preacher type prays for heaven's blessing beggin' "Jesus Christ" The DT was like, "See his right hand? it's a wedding band has anybody seen his wife?" "Well, sir, I heard she was the cheating type who would sleep with any man according to the neighbors if I'm readin' right" "Son, let me help you see the light, and put two and two together She got sick of the kid, and ran off with who ever The guy couldn't take it, he blew open his cake hole A modern day face lift, suicide, case closed"