Carnage On The Midway

It ain't that far to the ditch, and there's trouble on the ridge
And it ain't that far from the limousine to the gutter
Donnie got the rundown, but it wasn't good
Aftershave happened, and some sterile fuel
Connie on the late scoot, looking for some real toot
Arthur the gardener, he faded like phlegm
There's a canine in the corner, that ain't sayin' all that much
Hazel in the skyway, covered in blood
He finally got his wifе away from him
Tax her up a passkey, put her on a bus
Frеight's a funny monkey, or almost a sapient
Call it how you will, I'm a realist myself
Nice to meet you at the revelry, at the studio party
I might be a Scorpio, but I give good head
Ask Pamela Robinson, ask Mrs. Doddridge
Freight's a funny fuck, just ask him
He's at Dick's den, why not?