Body for the Pile - clipping., Sickness

And it’s stains in the wainscotting

Cracks in the baseboard

Arachnid in the corner serving up face

Like whose house you think this is?

Prism vision in low light

Scan prison tats on the back of a low life lifeless

And a broke nose might just be done drippin'

Wet all night

It dries deep red on a off white carpet

And a soft light arcs just above arm height

All white Vans placed on the floor

Pack of Pall Mall lights

Bites marks on a half sandwich with no crust

Mustard and mayonnaise

Lettuce and red cold cuts

Moonlight streams through window dust

It floats up to the ceiling fan that creaks from rust

As it labors to go around

Trying to catch that feeling

And the paint on his base is peeling

And the taste in the air is faint but there

Just enough that the rats are nearing

Cause where there’s blood there’s feast and famine

Makes murder a meal

And the cheap wall clock will stop at one shot

So he knew it was time to kill

Bust one shot if your blood still pumping

Bust two shots if you’re really 'bout something

Three little pigs and they can’t do nothing for the last time

You can’t run you just a body for the pile, body for the pile

Body for the pile, body for the pile

You just a body for the pile, body for the pile

And you should probably take your last breath right about now

Office highly decorated

Plastic frames around diplomas, all the commendations

Accommodating swivel chair where the blue suited sir sits slumped

Brains splattered, wall stained, grey matter runs

Badge with his name makes blood on the tongue

'Cause it’s pinned to his right cheek

Right where the gun must have first flirted

Before it was stuck in his mouth

Officer *bleep* with his brains blown out

Water pitcher with the ice

Two glasses one either side

Of the desk the lipstick left on one appears to smile wide

And the slanted blinds are squinting just enough

For the sunrise to zebra stripe the room with light

He would have had to shield his eyes

But they wide open no motion

No, he never flinched

Palms flat on the table, didn’t seem to move an inch

Fish bowl on the far side of the room

Where goldfish swims around

Suspicious of the gun that now sits in the bowl with him

Bust one shot if your blood still pumping

Bust two shots if you’re really 'bout something

Three little pigs and they can’t do nothing for the last time

You can’t run you just a body for the pile, body for the pile

Body for the pile, body for the pile

You just a body for the pile, body for the pile

And you should probably take your last breath right about now

Red and blue light spinning

On the corner by the new fried chicken spot

Cop car hopped the curb then absurdly hit the hydrant

Which wouldn’t stop

Spraying water that’s dripping over the face that’s made its way through the

windshield

And cuttin' bleedin' the people leaving the scene and saying they never seen him

Coming but he must have run the light, he never rolled

Hand is reaching for the gun but couldn’t get a hold

So, it’s sitting limp up on the dash

And all the flashing of the cameras is lighting up the noontime cold

Overcast broken glass

On the concrete the scent of gasoline

Hovers over the motor smoke

And the single broken bicycle spoke wheel still protruding

The medics moving the little twisted body to bag it up

Detective notices the traffic camera then calls the station to back it up

And somewhere the screams turn into sobs

And the sirens mix with the howls of dogs

And from the water the rolling fog

Scented wet as the breath of God

They say in the greyscale city

Where the skies are scraped

And the days are pretty much shaded

You never know the faithful, they walk and they pray

And there’s one less lung sucking air today so

Bust one shot if your blood still pumping

Bust two shots if you’re really 'bout something

Three little pigs and they can’t do nothing for the last time

You can’t run you just a body for the pile, body for the pile

Body for the pile, body for the pile

You just a body for the pile, body for the pile

And you should probably take your last breath right about now