Brothl Hunting - Slim Twig

Since when

You been a backroom betty?

With the sleeves rolled up

And the gunmetal sweaty

And the handyman’s ready

Just to coruscate baby

And you snake charmer shake it for him

You took it on a whim?

How convincing…

Was he sharkskin swimming

Looking for some pretty

And you grandpiano fall from the air

I bet ya said yes twice

'Fore the split of a hair

Come n' git it lady!

Fading in the porch light

Haunting like a loose kite

'Fore i pulled the lost knife

Jailcell scratchin'

Carving days into patterns

Till i tesselate a tattered, battered

Banshee-breathing portrait of you

You wanna have the last laugh

You wanna love me half-mast

You wanna cold cut me

Wanna ring metal cuff me

Well ya can’t come back

Less ya take off that sack

Lord knows that i bought it for you

Feel the cold stone cuttin

Lying bare west of the river

On the cold peak rusting

Well you can’t come back

Less you cuss that you love me

Better cuss that you love me

No you can’t sleep warm tonight

I walked into the cellar

Heavy with a blade

Smelled the mildewy mattress

Lookin' for my maid

It was there that she varied

It was there that she varied

And it’s there that he’s buried today