Poison Pool
Step Father peeking through the drapes
Of this motel room
Where this morning
I had been so excited to visit
Cook the powder
And tighten the rope
Grit your teeth, addict
And slam your dope
But the dark man in the turban
Says the pool is poison
Maybe that’s where they wash their needles
These men on choppers and barely dressed women
Cook the powder
And tighten the rope
Grit your teeth, addict
And slam your dope
I chance a peek through bedroom door
Why are mothers’ eyes bleeding
And she is warding off invisible demons
That she sees on the floor
Cook the powder
And tighten the rope
Grit your teeth, addict
And slam your dope
He says she is ill and that’s why
We had to get away, all lies
But I am eleven years old now
And I have become very wise
Cook the powder
And tighten the rope
Grit your teeth, addict
And slam your dope
For I’ve peeked before and I know
Why you prick your stomach
Instead of your arm
Because ‘The Man’ don’t look there
Cook the powder
And tighten the rope
Grit your teeth, addict
And slam your dope
Now I know why you buy us balloons
And the searching officers
Tear up our toys
As they go through our room
Cook the powder
And tighten the rope
Grit your teeth, addict
And slam your dope
Slam your dope
And seal your doom
Swing from a rope
In a six dollar room
You’ve lost all hope
You’ve lost all hope
Now you’ll grit your teeth
In a six foot tomb