Skunk

Skunk - Mike Keneally

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This palace is Skunk's domain

His spirit's an open sore

His whimsy results in war

Maybe it's a shattered childhood

Maybe he could never smile good

Sympathy he never mastered

Maybe he's a rotten bastard

But he ran his fingers down my spine

Tried to make his madness mine

Took me to a distant hillside

Tried to make my spirit cyanide

Tried to screw my heart and soul then

Took a step back and told him

No you won't be killing my love for life

He smile a wicked his tooth a knife

He said he wouldn't let me leave him

I said I would be glad to grieve him

He said I do what he shall will me

I said you're gonna have to kill me

He said it isn't wise to spurn him

I said I would be glad to burn him

He said he making my life his life

I took myself out a buckknife

And I put a cut in his big red eye

Took a jump off the cliff to fly

I hear him screaming and how he cried

He flying bleeding he by my side

Flying to the sun and higher

Bursting in a ball of fire

Falling to the earth and water

In the arms of Neptune's daughter

Blind and nearly dead I felt her

Offering me food and shelter

Quiet as a naked schoolmouse

Found me an abandoned farmhouse

Then she said to me you must come and hide

I am here for you come inside

We remaining for seven days

Free from enemy's poison gaze

Waking up from our sleeping

We thought we heard a tiny weeping

Took a peek out of the window

Suddenly a massive wind blow

And the whole place is torn to shreds

Skunk laughing with one eye dead

He tried to reach and grab my love

But that I won't hear of

Grabbed the sucker by his collar

Said I'm gonna make you holler

Tore his every leg and arm off

Threw his noggin in the barn trough

Made a stew from his intestine

Safe to say I fully messed him

Then there was a change in weather

Sucker pulled himself together

Well thank God my lady had run away

Skunk kill me with one foul spray

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This palace is Skunk's domain