Gothic

Rattle, rattle, rattle.

You made a me spin in graves

You made a me a shake ‘dem bones

You made a me lust that moist

Dead cadavier dirt

And lick that coffin kiss.

You made ah mah teeth rattle

And mah eyes go ‘Pop’

Like a TV tube or a flourescent bulb.

You made me slither and shiver

That bone-shake-zombie dance

And crawl on mah stomach

Just to kiss your goddess toes.

You kepta me in yer colouring book

And drew outside the lines.

You set mah hair on fire

Just to watch me scream.

You made me love you

And hate you.

You hit me with a left

Then a right

And a left again

Leaving mah skin purple and bruised

Telling me how much

‘You loved me’.

Ah believed that you loved me.

You loved the way that I held you when we slept

And sucked that tongue outtah yer mouth

Sucked that pearl outtah yer jewel box.

You drove me to Hell and back

With the black car stuck in reverse

Stopping in every dark rest area

Along the way

Exchanging clothes and foul mouths.

You showed me a gud time.

You broke mah fingers

So I couldn’t dial ‘911’.