A lonely shadow filled the frame of a 6th floor window, a tenament resemblin' a 5th ward shithole
A tortured soul type agoraphobe who sported robes, and made sure his door was closed
Ever since his brief intro to this freak nympho, he had his first time in a lime green Pinto
He kept the cheap bimbo, but he was unaware, that any cat who'd come prepared got up in her underwear/
He was an unsure kid, somewhat scared in the first place. Before his 20th birthday, he married his first lay
Who would dare wed such a slut, savage and sultry? Through the last days of their marriage she practiced adultryv When she finally bounced on the boy, he'd drink by the gallon and quart, and shout at the lord till he went out of his gourde
Instead of crazy, he had thoughts of goin' Kevin Spacey, in Se7en maybe, he wanted to behead his lady
And any shady kid who laid his mits on his baby's tits. His faith was stripped like an atheist
Maybe it's that god lies he was tortured by the thought of, how many odd guys probably knew his wife's bra size
His thought process was counterclockwise, envisionin' guns and bloody butchershop knives
The super opened the tenant's door and found a corpse instead. A rookie cop (RC) was like, "Are you sure he's dead?"
Then the coroner said, "You mean aside from how his forehead's spread? The empty quarter keg, and skippin' record by Portishead?"
"I'd say it's a safe bet. He took the 38 spec. taste test, and ate led he's more or less dead"
(DT) "Tag him and bag him. Then ziploc the smokin' Magnum. Round up the neighbors from the ground up and ask 'em"
"Who, what, where, when and why? Anything would make such a friendly guy wanna end his life"
It's all probably to be revealed in the autopsy. The semi-warm body rolled through the first floor lobby
Growin' cold and lifeless. Journey on the gurney to the meat wagon, packed in with the medical devices
Firmly wrapped tight in a sheet of white while a preacher type prays for heaven's blessings beggin' Jesus Christ
The D.T. was like, "See his right hand? It's a wedding band. Has anybody seen his wife?"
(RC) "Well sir, I heard she was the cheatin' type who'd sleep with any man. According to the neighbors, if I'm readin' right"
(DT)"Son, lemme help you see the light and put 2 and 2 together. She got sick of the kid and ran off with whoever."
"The guy couldn't take it. He blew open his cakehole. A modern day facelift, suicide. Case closed."