Crackhead Waltz

Crayon trailing over to carnival often
She sits bathing happily dealing with nothing
Out there who cares pawn a ring dealing revealing

What does he have pockets of rockets and no win
Cancer despairing trapped in air temple in space
Locked in a vault doing the crackhead waltz

Distant drumming sounds like your heads unbecoming
Glass bite humming happily dealing the scum in
Deliver the dose open house never again their only friend
Reeling against steps of the crackhead waltz

Crazy mother smoke burns the lips of another
Daydream lazy carries a dead little baby
Stench from the cradle and drooling not breathing
Blubbering chimes her sickness re-rhymes sung to the dead

Hand in the pit stung in time crazy mother Sheila was fine
Better off dead
Better off dead
Better off dead
Better off dead
Better off dead
Doing the crackhead waltz