Post Coital, Pre Mortem

I'm the wrong side of history I'm the ride side of hell What side is that, baby? Come on down And I'll lay it right on you Turning her tricks on all the Cops and lawyers As she stares thru venetian blinds Hiding their voyeurs Dressed like her little sister Hiding in the Hollywood hills Only with enough pills And dame, are you game But are you any smarter? Her sugar daddy's castration Ain't no fuckin mystery That's only your invitation To fall harder (yeah!) You told her to let sleeping dogs lie But when the dogs scent you lying still She'll be still lying Post Coital, Pre Mortem I know more than I'll tell 'Cause the wrong side of history Is the right side of hell What's it really worth? Rita Hayworth just put the blame on mame, boys 'Til Grace Kelly declares you no longer insane Mother nature is turning her old tricks Inverting her crucifix Keep your magnum 44 loaded Like the magnum in your flask keeps you loaded Renounce the cherry lips and the honey blonde curls Right & wrong die in a pillbox hat And a neck of pearls You told her to let sleeping dogs lie But when the dogs scent you lying still She'll be still lying Post Coital, Pre Mortem I know more than I'll tell 'Cause the wrong side of history Is the right side of hell Baby, I'm still lying Hell yeah Hahahahaha Lying still on my debutante deathbed motherfucker! Hahahahaha Oh boy, what a day Shhhh Don't know how she stole it from the thieves, But you're gonna let her keep it Dry ice tears, sow as she reaps it Dressing like her mama, buried in Hollywood. Burnin' old photo, from Trini-dadd-y-o You told her to let sleeping dogs lie But when the dogs scent you lying still She'll be still lying Post Coital, Pre Mortem I know more than I'll tell 'Cause the wrong side of history Is the right side of hell Post Coital, Pre Mortem Is just how hard you fell On your side of history And that's my side of hell