mick-boy sells it all (meth and sex and hope)

burned up hole-hide

hiding in the ash

hiding in the

little tiny bits

little tiny bits of ground up bone

ground up bone

and the parts that don't burn away to dust

hiding in the hole

that a hole-hiding

death-trap wizard sold as a dream

dream in a death-trap

and slap yourself silly 
with your high-priest scream

done it all, done it all

we have all done it all

but the death trap wizard did it more and better

(for more and better is what we like)

with a day of crank-stuck sex and sweets

stick in a place where it hurts more than usual

sure, you've done it all

we all did it all,

and the life you live in the life you live

looks like ash and bits of bone

and crank-stuck sex and sweets

offered on the corner of your perfect life

you death-trap wizard sliding high-priest steam

with the steam that bleeds

and never burns away to dust

in a crank-stuck stream

you wizard, you