Three blind mice
Showed up at the colonel’s costume ball
Not like Lucy had murdered him
But somebody would have to take the fall
Laid out on the dining room table
Sabre sticking out of his chest
How anyone moved him without a crane
To that I could only guess
Blood spattered on the ceiling
The violence, well, if left me reeling
Three blind mice, I’ve wondered once or twice
Did they suspect him of double dealing?
I want to say a word about accommodations
Ain’t no heat and ain’t no ventilation
Leaking from the ceiling
Puddles on the floor
Mold on the walls
Lucky we don’t breathe no more
Dreamed about a little cabin
Tucked in between the trees
Bees and birds flying round me
Sunlight almost blinding me
But that ain’t my situation
Got me living like a mole
Temperature, humidity
I ain’t got no control
I might as well be a mushroom
Just another thing forgotten and gone
Might as well be a mushroom
Not much left except this song
You with the censer
Give it a swing
Cover up the odor
That the dead will bring
Kinda like rotten eggs
Burned to a cinder
Smell hits you in the head
No need for more tinder
Priest is gagging, altar boys got to puke
Stench, I warn you, it’s like we’ve been nuked
Got a bible handY, got a crucifix
Might be the kind of trouble mumbo jumbo can fix
Let’s take a chance on smoking them out
But frankly I have my doubts
It couldn’t have been a good way to go
Crushed between my car and the cement
Let’s say it was not a temporary problem
Let’s just call it permanent
The phrase that came to mind
Was crushed like a bug
A death I guess was probably quick
Compared to a dinner plate, his skull wasn’t quite that quick
But I don’t think that many tears got shed
He wasn’t an honest mechanic
Wanted to get cheated?
He was your man
In terms of honesty he was Satanic
But it couldn’t have been a good way to go
Looking at the greasy motor of my car
A creak then a crash
A scream as he’s mashed
After that he wasn’t going far
The dead get away with everything
Don’t make much difference what you do
Put them in handcuffs
Next thing you know they’re oozing through
You got to get them back in the underworld
You got to lock the door up tight
Never know if they’ll let you sleep through
A portion of the night
They call me Fatman
Maybe you can surmise
From the girth of my belly
The jiggle in my thighs
Each morning before I rise
The twitch of my nose
The blink of my eyes
Then I assume the dead man’s pose
Breathe in, breathe out
Empty headed beyond a doubt
Between the living and the dead
I know the joy, I know the dread
Another day now here we go
Rising from the dead man’s pose
His idea of a decent meal
Was peculiar
Fish guts and heads
Yanked from a. Dumpster
That was Deadhead
Look on his face
Ecstatic I heard
But an explanation
He wouldn’t say a word
That was Deadhead
At the buffet table
Eating more
Than anyone else was able
Vile odor
Visuals, bad
Most disgusting scene
That the neighborhood had had
But all he wanted was a decent meal
That was Deadhead
That was Deadhead
I knew him from the wayback
Seems like a million years ago
When his name was Timmy or Bobby or
Well, I no longer know
Now it’s Deadhead, Deadhead
He’s in a club, he’s president
Deadhead Deadhead
Don’t threaten him, it won’t make dent
Motorcycles, grumbling Harleys, cocaine, weed and meth
Hang too long with him and his pals
You’re making a reservation with death
Deadhead Deadhead
Don’t threaten him, it won’t make dent
He pulled out his pistol
Took aim at the pitfall
That was eating his trash
Bang ricochet
What can I say
Deadhead dropped to the alley with a crash
Duke black, from your office window
You can see North Dakota
Duke black
600 dollar pen, sign here
He can make your problems disappear
Duke Black
He knows every legal trick
Most aren’t even in the book
He’s the lawyer you want
Even if you ain’t a crook
Duke Black
Put your money on his desk
Everything will work out fine
You might end up broke
But you won’t do no time
Duke Black
Philanthropist
Friend of the arts
Need a donation
This is where you start
Duke Black
Hospitals named after him
Schools and parks
He’s got what you need
He donates on a lark
Duke Black
You got a situation
he’s your best friend
His wheeling and dealing
It will never end
Duke Black
They pulled back the drapes
Opened the window
Looked down at the sidewalk
So far below
40 stories
Maybe it was more
Grabbed me roughly
Lifted me from the floor
And I was flying
Yes I was flying
The clouds the birds
And me, flying
400 feet distance more or less
Try to imagine
My feeling of distress
But you’d be wrong
Yes, you’d be wrong
A sense of peace
Came over Me
Looking out at the last things
That I would ever see
Flying, yes, I was flying
Went to the fortune teller
Maybe you heard about this deal
Not much about reality
More about how you feel
Got a bag full of hocus hocus
Got more tricks than sleeve
Got questions about veracity
She’ll tell you to leave
Whoa whoa whoa
She’s the fortune teller
Repeat
She looked into my eyes
What came next was a big surprise
My head dropped to the table
Think? I wasn’t able
Whoa whoa whoa
She’s the fortune teller
Repeat
I said hey there padre
Have you done this before
Down the busted stairway
Through the rusted door
Might be the dead awaiting
We don’t know much more
Got a cloud of incense
Some big eyed altar boys
Rosary beads a clacking
Too scared to make much noise
People know where I live
Write fuck you on my fence
I don’t think it’s an accident
I’m really not that dense
Lived here about 40 years
Got here before these punks were born
Don’t know why they can’t just leave me alone
Pay attention to the drugs and porn
I got a garden and trees and flowers
This joint is my little love nest
There’s the crime, the litter, the run down hovels
Don’t know why I think this place is best
People ain’t got much money
They might lack all common sense
But that’s maybe why I’m living here
With fuck you written on my fence
Some people call it revenge
As in killing
As in getting even
The dead are wiling
To twist your head off
To wreck your car
Try to get away you won’t get far
Killing, the sounds a little crude
Twist off your head
That’s always rude
Not a gang of psychopaths
Just got grievances we can’t get past
Karmic adjustment
That the term we employ
Karmic adjustment
We don’t want to be annoyed
By loose talk that makes it sound like we’re nuts
Sure we got problems anyway, but
It’s karmic adjustment that we’re talking about…
I saw a picture the other day
A girl I used to know
Swimming in a cold clear lake’ dove to the bottom so far below
Her skin, so pale and clear
Her hair dripping to her shoulders
Should have told her I loved her
Should have been bolder
Her cold skin under my hand
A message about the larger plan
Didn’t see what it meant
Didn’t understand
Twist off, twist off baby
How undead settle major scores
Twist off twist off baby
Their nuclear weapon
They ain’t got nothing more
Grab you firmly by the head
Quick rotation jack you dead
Twist off twist off baby
Ain’t saying it don’t leave a horrible mess
But it makes a definite point
As even the undead will confess
It really messes up the joint
It’s twist off twist off baby
It’s a sure fire way to keep a city horrified
Everybody thinks there’s got to be a better way to die
Twist off twist off baby twist off
You think I haven’t heard it before
Maybe. A million times
Think I haven’t heard it before
Repetition, it ought to be a crime
What she doing with you, man you’re short and fat
What she doing with you, you’re not where she’s at
Yeah of course I know it
She got plenty of va va room
Me, nobody looks up
When I walk into the room
But ladies and gentlemen
All my tricks ain’t up my sleeve
When it comes to love potions
I got more than I need
What she doing with you
Let me just mention
In the sack let me say
Got some wicked mojo working
24 hours a day
Want advice from me? Well I ain’t going to say