Rattletrap

An angel dressed in leathery wings of red
Called my name last nite as I lay dead

Just a dream the doctors all insisted
Just a dream until she bent to kiss it

Bony fingers scratching at my graveside
Rattletrap runnin' gonna take me on a little nite ride

Just a dream the doctors all insisted
Just a dream until she bent to kiss it

With a tongue that speaks flesh colours to my brain
On a hiway dead of nite straight from my grave
There's a black man thin as rope at the foot of my bed
Laughing as he drags me to my pit

Blue lips mouth delicious tones of pain
They can smoke my bone all night through the links of my chain
Just a dream the doctors all insisted
Just a dream until she bent to kiss it
Whoaaarrrrgh!

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