The Fatha Figure Me-Lotto
We've been through enough tequila
To float us outta this place
And through the smoke I can barely see ya'
But I've memorized your face
We've danced almost every dance
Lasted longer then the band
Oh but we're not through
It's just me and you
What do we do with the rest of the night
We got all of this time on our hands
Hey a lot can go down 'fore the sun comes up
Between a woman and a man
No we don't have to worry 'bout the rest of our lives
But what do we do with the rest of the night
We can take this
Pointing Bone
From the fury pit, a reek of misery
Like a trumpet groan, tornado moan
The splendor splits like a golden skin
He and the wizards cry like humming birds
In treasure glows, your weeping wings
And a slaughter grins, on a pleasure spike
When held on high by the riverside
Like a torn-throat child
In a jackals hide
Cool water dies, vile diamond eyes
Silent in flamingo ease
Distant in troubled trance
Within a whirlpool, we're breaking our backs
The tears of the moon
The sweat of the sun
Sacrificial hearts for a pointing bone
With a Gorgon's head and a cloak of skulls
They're kindling fires in open wounds
Pointing bone
In a jaguar skin, blood matted mane
Beacons blaze toward a waning moon
When held on high by the riverside
Like a torn-throat child
In a jackals hide
Cool water dies, vile diamond eyes
The tears of the moon
The sweat of the sun
Sacrificial hearts for a pointing bone Me-Lotto