[Flaming_Rat]

Come to this night, with your cane and pistol by your side
shrouded in the shade, benighted by the fright of righteous sorrow
beneath the cloak and behind the dagger
it's all still flesh and blood
no matter what you do to preserve it
someday it all will be gone

This morning I woke up in a ditch with your head on my chest
your body was nowhere to be found
tonight I'm dancing with or without you, love
a broom or a shotgun could make an easy partner
and I'll never know the difference

Piss on indescretion, the inquisition is over
and I've lost just enough inhibition to tell you what I call you when you're not around
turn away and fade in time, inflict yourself on some other poor soul
and don't forget your blood on the way out