Nightbird

Daylight dies and the lights go out
Picture you when I kiss her mouth
Ain't no place that I'd rather be
When we fuck it's a symphony

If you want I'll tie you up real tight
Cut you up make you turn real white
Ain't no place that you'd rather be
When you fuck do you think of me

Madam Life's a piece in bloom
Death goes dogging everywhere:
She's the tenant of the room
He's the ruffian on the stair

You shall see her as a friend
You shall bilk him once or twice;
But he'll trap you in the end
And he'll stick you for her price

With his kneebones at your chest
And his knuckles in your throat
You would reason -- plead -- protest!
Clutching at her petticoat;

But she's heard it all before
Well she knows you've had your fun
Gingerly she gains the door
And your little job is done