Oh, an artery is not a vein   No history can tell, my skeleton won't tell   Why some like moths draw to a surgeon's drill   And blood shot hits to marrow      The snake's eating through her clothes and   Her charms that won me over   DeGama breached this lofty reach   Balboa left his bones upon the beach, left there to bleach      Rose breaks in my fingers   Pullin' nickels through the stem too much has took a toll   Smoke crawls low along the ceilings   And all is quiet, but I keep listening   Come to kill me      Oh, she just left, you missed her   Go on home, the sex theater is closed   Cracked mouth too dry to drink   At least the sand is cold   Wish the sea would drown the freeway      Instead, girls stare in dead-eyed wonder   They can't walk with fallen soldiers   Used by cops who fucked inside abandoned boarding houses   Go on fast before the beast catches the bastard      Draggin' the chain down, down, down   Who'll say it, tell me   No one else is here, come on   Nothin' to believe is to be blissed, come on      Who's layin' low, you said   Whether veins, the bones to be   Good or bad, the death of me   Just make it quietly      Oh, who knows my sister   Can't anyone admit the fact that they infected her   She said, the sun was gonna burn and blister   My blood, Godspeed, God love her   Farewell, honey, yeah      No, morning sun'll move her   No, help in amen or hallelujah   Prayers are for the dead left over   The breach never to reach that sandy beach      Poor baby girl's gone under   To each their own grave buried in   Underneath abandoned boarding houses   Sidewalks and streets, sidewalks and streets      Though my skeleton won't tell   Some could see   Why moths draw to surgeon's drills   And blood shots hit the marrow