Wolf Party
Those Wolf Mechanics
Those Wolf Mechancis

Today you beat the fortune teller
To death with your bare hands
Was it his smirk.. Laugh..
Or the ostrich feather taped to his purple hat?
He read the lines on your palm
Chanting a creole song
"It is soon you will die
And angels don't take bribes."

Don't linger on the sight...
You smashed until your hands stop...
Just run back to the alley
Tell jokes to the bricks and rats
Because one man's murder scene
Is another champagne party
One man's butchered spine
Is a soldier's war decoration
Those wolf mechanics!
Flare up again
As you make your way back to the financial district
The subway is a numb field
And every dazed boy and girl makes you lick your lips
And the girl with the accordion, chewing grass like a lamb
She hands you the juicy eye
And then she laughs at your pathetic tie

Don't linger. On the grin you gouged in her throat
Just take the subway home
But the wife and kids twinkle like stuffed dogs
And you're like. The stormy ocean now
Collecting death like driftwood

Those wolf mechanics banging
Those wolf mechanics crashing

But one man's suicide
Is a credit company's bride
One man's poisoned mind
Is a pharmaceutical gold mine

You bring your kill
From the savannah. And bake it in the sun
But the heat wraps it's flesh
And you see the face of God in the tarry mess
Those wolf mechanics banging
Those wolf mechanics crashing