Parked in a red \'57 \'Vette in the Ozarks
static comes on over the radio,
with a deep drag off the cigar I lifted from the ashtray
I watch her; as her body sits next too me in solitary.
Pulling her from the car;
I began to drag her towards the lantern light suspended in the Oak tree
black silk noose hanging from her neck
I grabbed a chair from the trunk;
sat and watched the tranquil scene of her hanging high.
Heavy hits of the cigar, the smoke is all that remains alive
her hands ran red with tracks of blood
the injection of sin gave for a great high,
I reach out to catch the drops.
Hell will come; the day I sympathize for shooting that bad bitch down.