Ink Blues

...Well, if you'll ask me
While I'm roaming the streets
I wouldn't say something new
Seem to ignore your blitz

Without guilt
Black flow of words runs through the town
I mingle in moral rabble
Sharing evenings with wine

I'm fine and i'll tell ya...

...I'm killing for a beauty,
A beauty of kill
That shade of crime
Makes me feel what I feel
So pass me some whiskey
Then two cubes of charm
Ignoring some ink
Dryin' up on my arm...

I have a question
That i've asked before
And I'll ask it in a future
Which I've sold to knob

Said "How can other killers
Be so tasteless
Killing victim for some money
Or some three-minute sex?"

My lips of wax will tell ya...

...I'm killing for a beauty,
A beauty of kill
That shade of a crime
Makes me feel what I feel
So pass me some whiskey
Then two cubes of charm
Ignoring some ink
Dryin' up on my arm...