Rusty - The Dismemberment Plan

I pull my collar down low

To show my sucking chest wound

The taste of apple and tin

On a hot spring afternoon

A child screams in midair

A diving board springs to place

My eyelids burn with delight

Can murder be done with such

Grace and style

No no no no no no way

Now i’m face down in the yard

I’m feeling shakey and pale

My nails encrusted in brown

My big experiment failed

The swingset swings in the back

The chain are rusty and old

The crossbar creaks as it bends

The seat is slpintering

No no no no no no way