It’s happening again,
your old romance with death.
To be alone; alone.
Pink lips on a snaggletooth.

That old romance with death—
more strictly, a transaction.
Pink lips on a snaggletooth
or a pilsner glass of bourbon.

Forgive us our transactions?
Gotta pay your tab in full.
A pilsner glass of bourbon
for a nickel’s worth of soul.

Gotta pay your tab in full.
Keep your hands flat on the table.
A nickel’s worth of soul
buys a couple grand of trouble.

Keep your hands flat on the table.
Out to find yourself a piece,
in a couple grand of trouble,
you’re getting dangerous.

Out to find yourself place
to be alone, alone,
you’re getting dangerous.
It’s happening again.