Dry scabs weathered walls Mickey Spillane
House-hold pet tattooed punk Long Island
Drinking 60 ounce beer calling to witches of night
Bring to us Judy of Avenue X motherless daughter
Devilish born to kill slept while they made love
In a black Patricia Fields people come to kiss your feet
You are the Jean Michel of hell
In a black Patricia Fields the world will wait at your door
You are the Jean Michel of hell
Snow white in pearls face like Kinski lust at first sight
Painted the floors with black heels Munich madam
Moon creature Jezebel tempting the hearts of men
Cadaver I stood born a victim her blood shot eyes
Lipstick creased into skin eye-lashes tarantula
Karma-crush egg yolk dripping fingers forming fist
In black Christian Dior she would come to wish me amour
I am the Jean Michel of hell
In a black Christian Dior she held a flower wanting me more
I am the Jean Michel of hell
Novotel where lovers go to die
We hung our flesh from ceiling to curtain
Murder me rose to petal
Pull with claws fangs from teeth
Grope this figure of David
Lose my tongue in mouth
I loved you:
Decent into infidelity
You broke me:
Prince of darkness, Prince of light
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