Brothl Hunting

Since when,
 You been a backroom betty?
 With the sleeves rolled up
 And the gunmetal sweaty
 And the handyman's ready
 Just to coruscate baby
 And you snake charmer shake it for him
 You took it on a whim?
 How convincing...
 Was he sharkskin swimming
 Looking for some pretty
 And you grandpiano fall from the air
 I bet ya said yes twice
 'Fore the split of a hair
 Come n' git it lady!
 Fading in the porch light
 Haunting like a loose kite
 'Fore i pulled the lost knife
 Jailcell scratchin'
 Carving days into patterns
 Till i tesselate a tattered, battered
 Banshee-breathing portrait of you
 You wanna have the last laugh
 You wanna love me half-mast
 You wanna cold cut me
 Wanna ring metal cuff me
 Well ya can't come back
 Less ya take off that sack
 Lord knows that i bought it for you
 Feel the cold stone cuttin
 Lying bare west of the river
 On the cold peak rusting
 Well you can't come back
 Less you cuss that you love me
 Better cuss that you love me
 No you can't sleep warm tonight
 I walked into the cellar
 Heavy with a blade
 Smelled the mildewy mattress
 Lookin' for my maid
 It was there that she varied
 It was there that she varied
 And it's there that he's buried today