Who predicts, from the uterus to the crucifix
Upon whom the sweat of Judas drips
The way she moved her hips beckoned glory
Second story lips do Luca splits
In pursuit of glitz, she wooed with tits and nudist strips
A happy youth a myth, demons do some hits, she used a fix
Smoke in the hookah drifts, pollution slips through her lips
Attuned to bliss falsely, never did assume the risk
Junkie boyfriend, the true roughneck with a noose affixed
From dreams, to one bus trips, she’s losing it
Hourly rates instead of dates, aches and wooziness
Making palm pay hands lithe type Vesuvius
Photo shoots quick switch to flicks with the boots and whips,
slit wrists, light headed, red is oozing slick
Pimp was a pugilist, she never used to lisp
Concealer for the blackened eye, attacking guy bruised her lip
Who’d admit that this is a life that one would choose to live

Seeing is believing, many choose to be blind
I miss the days of rap tapes when you had to rewind
Now everyone’s nose deep in some senseless junk
Apathy’s a lazy king who went and rented a shrug

I knew a crack fiend by the name of Maxine
Riding in a taxi, looking for the vaccine
Her jaw, taut, eyes pitted with a slack gleam
The last avenue of hope, already tapped clean
Used the outside outlet to get power
Outside faucet to get her to the next shower
Didn’t have a phone so she used to do things
Just to make a call, it became the routine
2 year old son walking into nude scenes
All tied in with a muted and crude theme
Her boyfriend, a bouncer at bikini bars
Shaved head, leather jacket and a greedy heart
White tank top complete with sleazy sneer
That said meet me here, you’d better feed me fear
Indeed it is sick, but she was a neighbor of mine
And when her knees hit the carpet, she had made up her mind

A hopeful groupie thinking that she knew the risk
To get by, her clientele fell from dress shoes to kicks
Sharpened high heels clicking to the Supra quick
A deluded illusionist, dropped within a rude abyss
Paying dues to sis because she knew some tips
Anchor to home and lutefisk, now dead in a lagoon of this
A natural disaster infected after she blew a kiss
Too many monsters in the shadows, numerous
Used to have a soul, so they say, that’s the rumor kid
breakfast comes from a pipe instead of muselix
Any line on a mirror nearby, she’ll Hoover it
Faces are blurred, lights shine through the mist