Strapped back into the middle
watching suicide Jokers
play spin the bottle
with a Lady in black

I cracked the seal
upon my own fresh
delusions,
after tipping my hat
towards the gal
with the dead-pan
eyes

While Don McClean whispered ...

"Gathered from the hillsides
in bright summer colors,
The brown earth bleached white
at the edge of his gravestone.
He's gone" ...

Playing for the Lady's favors,
when she never begged
to be the ante or bet
to their own desires

I doused my fire with fire,
and only managed to
blow a little more smoke
with my silence

As Don McClean whispered ...

"And the rain fell like pearls
on the leaves of the flowers
Leaving brown, muddy clay
where the earth had been dry.
And deep in the trench
he waited for hours,
As he held to his rifle
and prayed not to die."

A fight broke out,
starting with nothing
more than the normal
sort of trash-mouth
that one could hear
upon any street corner

The Lady in black's
face flushed, before
she ordered another
round for herself

Neither one wanted to
pay for it, so I dug in
my wallet and pulled out
a dollar and a half
and handed it to the
bar-maid, who just rolled
her eyes and shook her head
at the Jokers
fighting each other
for the Lady's favors

Don McClean was still whispering ...

"But the silence of night
was shattered by fire
As guns and grenades blasted
sharp through the air.
And one after another
his comrades were slaughtered.
In a morgue of Marines,
alone standing there" ...

They were calling one another
a liar- I was feeling a little sick
as they argued back and forth
about one another's prowess

But the Lady in black
wasn't really paying
attention, not anymore

The black dress wasn't
about some sexy passion
play ... She had in her hand
a crumpled up veil that she
had worn today,
and would probably wear again
tomorrow

I think she heard Don MClean as well ...

"He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear.
"They can't let me die! The can't let me die here!
I'll cover myself with the mud and the earth.
I'll cover myself! I know I'm not brave!
The earth! the earth! the earth is my grave."

I watched the barmaid
bring her another round,
and tell her that this one
was on the house

Pity is a bitch, but sometimes
you have to take what you
can get, to get what you really
need

And sometimes, just
to get through the night.
They really wouldn't mind
driving her home,
but when the sun rose

She'd have to shower
and get herself ready
for another day-
and another funeral

I closed my eyes as Don McClean whispered ...

"The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides
in bright summer colors,
And the brown earth
bleached white at the edge of his gravestone.
He's gone."

Trapped back into the middle
watching suicide Jokers
play spin the bottle
with a Lady in black

It's the kind of game of heart-tag,
that you don't ever really
win ...

You don't even get kissed.

I had to gnaw off my own
strings
to get away.

I ran outside to discover
America
where I seen a gang of
youths
standing over another-
Another beat down in
the park

They suspected he
was a Muslim.

Just a severe case
of monkey-see,
monkey-do.

I kept running,
not really sure
if I was running
to or away ...

 
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