Indianapolis Talking Blues - Modern Life Is War

What makes a man kill?

She questioned as strange shrouds hung over

Southeastern and Prospect in a white slum on a broken night she was the glue

illuminated by the moon reciting spray paint hieroglyphics scrawled on walls

What makes a man kill?

She questioned drunkards chattered my reply

The gunshots are getting closer work starts tomorrow at eight a.m.

Bricks in my pillow at seven thirty

This have been a sad day for country music

You cannot untie this knot

Countless broken backs for countless useless products

A dignified man and a job well done

Reasonable doubt will not be enough to avoid crucifixion in our nation of

perverts

Attention fetishist shoppers

Thriving survivals is your god

Leave lives in ruin if you must

We bleed tabloid

We are safe we are fit and we are having fun

The stench of burning flesh will never reach this neighborhood

You cannot untie this knot

What makes a man kill?

Is it noble when it is his order?

Is it pitiful when it is his well?

Countless broken backs for countless useless products

A lifetime of suspicion

A timed escape from a trained fleet of rats

A polished boot grinding into your neck

Baring teeth for biting ankles

Is what makes a man kill