Dead men don't dance but they sure love to swing..
party boys..
and party girls...
living at the end of their ropes...

Wine and sex are the king of the night.
while the flirt and laugh hold the queen's might.
Hands in hands.
feet in chains.
velvet ropes softly tie the night to day.

How many pills does the doctor drop.
before the patient can see the dirt
how much are we forced to swallow
as the world has its way with us

Child's play..
toys in the dirt....
soldiers surround the thinking man's fort
weapons raised in victory stance

how many libraries filled with blood.
which insurrection will stop this flood
how can you glow and speak of death.
and execute the brooding whelp?

Lawyer's play...
the judge is paid....
which book is your law written in?
Where did this game begin?

where are your rules
your game, match, set?
point for point..
the pavement's wet.....
blood drenched streets....
filled with books...
a sour stench....
your purest crooks...

how many rules?
how are we to play?
what entry fee?
what life to pay?
how long the match?
how short the rope...
creaking death..

a smile.....
it's taught
the final act
he starts to choke
his final ..breath