Brian Barlowe - Shrapnel & a Broken Heart

Up and down Kotti runs the wail and the clang
Of dump truck drums splashing through the puddles of the tar-drown rain drains
The streets are like ground down teeth, and the whole scene wants to jaw you down
And the moon is shooting glances like he's the warden's hound

And the sewers wheeze out against your jackhammer heels
As you steam through the traffic lights, man, do they wanna hear you squeal
The coal-smoke belch from the rooftops, the cable-car hiss on their piano wire
And the soupy-sex banter running down in streams reaming off the numbers of the signs

No one gives any slack 'round here
Between razor blade pickpockets and Baghdad's beggars swarming you like
Shrapnel and a broken heart

And I settle in your broom. I sit in your hat
I scratch at your pillow, And I'm filling your pockets with all that
The hooks from your picture frames and your rusted window latch
Your used up erotica and Chinese plastic rat trap trash

Well I'm just an ideaI float behind the curtain
And sprawl out on the stage of the tar pit blue faces squinting in the cigarette mace
I'll hang out in your coat and dip behind the corner
I'm just an idea - one that'll destroy ya

Written by:
Brian Snead

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