Marc Almond - Mamba

And tonight the look that branded me
Was like a pool of burnt out gasoline
Shiny brown skin like the melting tar
On a sticky summer road
Finger on the trigger
Words like bullets blast the brain
Nails a brittle edge of a breaking glass in a bar room brawl
Lay myself like a big jack rat
Limp and lazy on the sallow soaked floor
And now you're feeling sorry
Now I'm shattered sad and worn out
Ragged raped of mind and soul
Empty like an ashtray
Damp and dirty grime and grease
A broken hearted effigy
A bone cracked cranium face frozen about you
The cheap wine that you drown the million little devils in your brain
Stained your mouth and leaves a purple trail down heartache lane
To slash my sickly senses leaving me in my own hell
The silent sob of shaking shoulders as the candle drips and dies