Business Casualty

bloodletting just to slake

the lust of the little fangs writhing round the trough

oh how they run

while my love back home in our infirmary is drying up

her heart beat is on hold

so if tomorrow finds her dead, i'll blame the ones that loved me best

that worthless lying crowd of snakes

in a committee of pigs, who suck on the breast of a pregnant pen

and then shit out promises

i'm chastened by a spiteful and unrelenting gift

like a horse at the end of a whip

like a horse at the end of a whip

still holding up

my love doesn't reap what i sow

we cannot dine on bread alone. give me the fuck what i am owed

cause daddy needs a new pair of shoes. and my girl is too gold to be blue

i have given you everything and it is never enough

my heart beat is on hold