Pissin’ Blood

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Words & Music by Slamwell Mingus Buckra

camera shutter froze her buckshot
swingset limps out by the pool
she says she needs you desperately
she's just playing dodgeball with the truth
her undies and her blindfold
tie-dyed tapestry n’ web
an inchworm winks at you in the fog
she knows from where you've bled
it’s a hard scab constellation
your helmet’s soaked in mud
and we’re all just pissin’ blood

painting knives in the steamed mirror
washing scripture off your bones
she wants to share your fever
there’s no way in hell she can swim this swamp alone
your slip knots and your cameras
tie-dyed rhapsody and gloves
a streetlight blinks at you on Broadway
light show for the "go-go doves"
it’s a gin soaked crossword puzzle
bathtub ring from last week’s flood
and we're all just pissin’ blood

yes, her wings are pink and trembling
yes, she loves you, you should know
mother’s milk spilt on the hard wood floor
pseudo placenta ebb and flow
the nursery walls are melting
angels pause to catch just a glimpse
the old priest runs on fear and ethyl
the bitter nun, she just limps
it’s an etch-a-sketch still breathing
with a flicker and a thud
and we’re all just pissin' blood

rumors ’bout your condition
spread just beneath the skin
you pummel that soft damp rubble
smearing her flower petals all over your chin
deep schnitzel and a kitten
with a whip and a rusty rusty saw
that blind panther that sings to you in your dreams at night
in a webbed wedding dress and neon paws
it’s a third knuckle deep invasion
there’s tapioca in your cud
and we’re all just pissin’ blood

lifeguards and firement wrestle
just beneath your ribs
you could almost fall in love again
’cept for the things you know she knows you did
a siren and a giggle
burning road map keeps you warm
those lips could make you believe in heaven
those thighs could shield you from any storm
it’s a heafty love conundrum
crusty spots on her asian rug
and we're all just pissin’ blood

bag of whistles, bag of needles
your try to scare up just a little bit of nerve
but the angles and the shadows
make it so much easier to consume than to serve
barbed wire kite string leaves few options
as she starts to fold her note
you’ve gone blind staring at her suitcase
no f*** way you’ll make any sense out of what she wrote
different scripts from different planets
cancer must be just like love
and we’re all just pissin’ blood