Eight Legs

Little wild hair girl poisons herself 

Metal wires and rusty barbs catch on her skirt 

The Shepherd keeps an eye on his forgotten flock 

But she lets the Devil in every time that he knocks  

The shape shifters of South Anahuac 

Amphetamine laced, shit-faced with tracks 

The cook has medicine and the cook has friends 

But the Devil’s playground has always been idle hands  

There’s pain in the window of a trailer home 

The powers out, the lights are off, no telephone 

Four lives, four hearts with no goals 

Each in unison, eight legs, no soul  

Well the white trash never make it out alive 

What makes them invisible is what makes us blind 

And you can’t see the light with tin-foil on the window 

In a cage we built for ourselves down a private road  

There’s pain in the window of a trailer home 

The powers out, the lights are off, no telephone 

Four lives, four hearts with no goals 

Each in unison, eight legs, no soul  

She said, how can I escape this place 

I don’t recognize the woman in that mirror’s face 

And he said, if you want a fix darlin come over here 

Cause the road goes on forever and the party never ends  

There’s pain in the window of a trailer home 

The powers out, the lights are off, no telephone 

Four lives, four hearts with no goals 

Each in unison, eight legs, no soul  

There ain’t no soul