My Karaoke

When twilight is gone  
and there is only cocaine  
the carrion birds clinging  
hanging on to the veins
 
"here's spit on your grave,  
you ain't no maiden in the nave"  

as the bartender becomes my karaoke  
knocking back two-bit whiskey,  
listening to the red coyote,  
whispering, get off my heart attack  
 
autopsy, lobotomy,  
remembering September,    
necrophilia and all that shit,  
remembering schizophrenia  
 
"Goodbye Joe, me gotta go,  
when there's nothing better,  
then castration and listening,  
to that old-time rock 'n' roll"