Rescue - The Blood Brothers

They’re fucking after us

My bathroom mirror is cluttered

With colonial faces

It’s a fright

It’s a sight

Powdered chalky white

You’ve got to rescue me

They’re stalking me

Hiding in mirrors like

Flesh jack-o-lanterns

It’s a tease

It’s a shock

They shriek

«The Redcoats are coming!»

Like a choir of boiling lobsters