I spy with my dead man's eye

Edthepoet

I spy with my dead mans eye
You just spent your last dime
Now you seek but you can't find
Someone to Keep you warm in the cold moonlight

I spy with my dead man's eye
You reach for papa's moonshine
Now you run but you can't hide
From the devil in the details of your mind

Find a rich old man
Find him quick
Ride him home
Ride him sick
Troubles gone
But the clock it ticks
Tongues they wag
And lips they lick

I spy with my dead man's eye
A trigger pulled n a bullet fly
I guess its true that you can't lie
To the keeper of your heart so you let him die

I spy with my dead man's eye
The ink on his last will still ain't dry
The kids wave hello you kiss goodbye
To who it was they kissed goodnight, the black widow has struck, struck gold this time.

  • Author: Edthepoet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 22nd, 2019 17:42
  • Category: Unclassified
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