Headlines: The Morning After
( Happy New Year )
Witchcraft in a Bowie song;
David really laid 'em long.
Smooth as bourbon served up neat,
Favorite way, without the ice,
From a cut lead crystal glass,
While I sit to rest my feet.
Just got Dixie cups, thatís it,
Itís okay, they got more class.
Super 8 Motel, room six
Somewhere in the 'bama sticks,
Right off of the Interstate,
Where the boyfriend couldn't wait.
But I beat him to the punch.
Caught them fixin' to have lunch
In the middle of the night!
Had me fixin' for a fight.
Kickin' back across the bed,
TV stariní back at this.
Nuthin' runnin' through my head
'Cept the sight of crimson piss,
Where itís from and where it goes,
Scattered sequins 'cross the floor.
Dragged her out back to the drain,
Through the lot after the rain.
Wasn't feelin' no more pain,
Thereís the bin I left her in.
ĎSnot a puzzle, thousand piece,
ĎWhy the chainsaw?í, come aígin?
Boyfriend nekked, on the fly,
Didn't even say good-bye.
Left behind his cellular.
Cut her 'cross the jugular,
Usin' just a butter knife.
Headlines read, "HE LEFT HIS WIFE".
Although Major Tom is gone,
We had our own wedding song.
You were my Ziggy Stardust
Till one day turned to car rust.
I still hear David Bowie,
Just like he's singin' to me.