Chupacabara

Trader trader, sucking on the blood of the young
Go for the throat untill you taste me on the tip of your tongue
Rabid, foaming, gnawing, on the scruff of my neck

Trader trader breathing out of cancerous lungs
Hellacious teeth jabber ceaseless down the mouth of a phone
Rabid, foaming, gnawing, on all the bullshit that you buy and sell
You got dollar signs inside your eyes, and tar coursing through your veins

Scatterbrained just like a dose of clozapine the mausoleum
All glossy like time magazine, there was blood on there faces
As the juke box sang indiffrent pacings and toe taggs in hands
(Dont struggle like that, it only makes this harder
As gentle as a pincer sinking through)
As the autumn is slipping on the TV set no longer the pleasure the show re ran