Saturnine Blues

We're over the moon Clocked to zoom Pieced out for luck Not giving a f*ck We're trapped on a limb Fired out again Caught like the mouse Burn down your house Slipped open now Reach inside out Cut my leg open Peel out the bones Serve them to the guests All your home runs soft Nice and distraught Until you're caught Open your ways Closed off in haze Lucky you for days Slaughter in your taste