Morticia

Born in an urban dog end

Flogged in a flea market town

Bartered at birth, I grew into my worth

And I built my backbone from the ground

I went looking for cougar seduction

For the motherless hole in my chest

But my red lover carved, with her kid leather gloves

And she butchered my heart Eton mess

Morticia lend loving hands

Make me whole in afterlife

Morticia lend loving hands

Tender on the tip of her knife

In the cuckold of brisket armed bouncers

I was shoe shined and tie suited

But my lace puzzle frame, could not hold in the game

I was body bagged and car booted

Morticia lend loving hands

Make me whole in afterlife

Morticia lend loving hands

Tender on the tip of her knife

Lay me down in lay-bys of green

Strange flower in cellophane sleep

Motorside mannequin, toss me there where

Burger vans and bovine fare

Where burger vans and bovine fare

Morticia lend loving hands

Make me whole in afterlife

Morticia lend loving hands

Tender on the tip of her knife

Morticia lend loving hands

Make me whole in the bleak afterlife

Morticia lend loving hands

Tender on the tip of her knife