Scumbags and Crooks

There was a young boy
having lonely eyes
he always takes his time.
His ma was mad and rude
with the cognac and fake jewels
Kissed her, she met her squealing
like a dozen baby seals.
She says she's gotta go out
gots to get out, gotta get goin'
lots of work to be done,
she's got a lot of shit to do.

She squeezed her fifth in a dress
a real top dress, a real red dress
Fair was swinging low like hobos on skin though
The boy got scared and knew she'd come home late
too late, twistin' the mouth off like bottle cops
spinnin' bottles like a street rat
It takes four or five gorillas just to keep that bitch still.

Scumbags and crooks
cock-suckers
things are getting sticky
crumbbums and sluts
He's got Johnny's brother's ax
he's gonna cut poor mommy in two
three, four, five
two, three, four, five

Five AM he heard the dead bolt slip
and the door fell open
slammed open too hard
He heard two voices moist
and grapplin 'bout choices
He wonders why they couldn't have taken their shoes off
they still got their shoes on, he thought
This is a household, my home
take off your goddamn shoes!

It was awful talk, god awful talk
"Deeper, angel... deeper!"
"What a big fat one you got!"


Just hold your tongue,
this won't take long.

And he started swinging
and he kept on swinging
til mommy and her friend
lost that sick liquid look in their eye.
It take four or five gorillas just to keep this ax still.

Scumbags and crooks
cock-suckers
things are getting sticky
crumbbums and sluts
He's got a big, bloody ax
he's gonna bury with mommy, too
three, four, five
two, three, four, five
fifteen, twenty-five, eighty-five tonight!