accused of premeditated first degree murder
you are very attractive as a violent gangster
now that my skull is broken porcelain so you
eat out five times a week still renting at thirty
eight haven't made your mind up yet you're
tired of guns two bit brothels & hard faced
blondes isn't that you standing outside the
high court dressed in the cheap blue suit with
bundles of hundreds in your pockets the cold
hard cash & the names of politicians & police
informers on your lips you have to tell the
world about your success i find you very
attractive now that i am broken so you listed
the places you had been & the people you'd
destroyed the old psychological mind games
of favours given & received a high flier race
horse owner casino player womaniser you're
a bit drunk tonight & you have no real
boundaries no restrictions on destruction &
now my skull is porcelain you are attractive
to the broken i heard your laugh at my grave
like you laughed at the woman who had been
shot by you & the other cop running down the
passageway shrieking like blue galahs her
crimson hands slippery & wet she was holding
her guts to her apron she was trying to hold
her life in yet you are the victim the cut throat
victim the axe murdering knife stabbing gun
slinging victim who kills the world through the
eyes of a bad childhood you are the victim you
kill me you are the victim i am to blame for my
own murder i am to blame for your life yet i
ran to you like i ran to the parents in my
dreams ran to their open arms then i knew it
was not them suddenly i knew it was an
imitation yet i ran to its arms to its tentacle to
its smile its fang i ran to its teeth its claws its
slobbering mouth i ran to you to be crushed
to be pulp i made a mistake i mistook you who
took me for a ride to the country with a gun to
my neck who's in the front seat who's in the
back i shook in the body bag i tried to love
