What’d you kill?
Hey, Bill, what’d you kill?
Well, not much really
The spirit and fury
Holy and righteous concurrance with a hollow bullet
Natural curiosity, the body is quite a curious thing, isn’t it?
A little bit of this and that
A fine slab to behold, thick with such fat
Pleasantness and leisure on a warm, soaked balcony
Just before the day can crack
The present surroundings of incessant flattering
They like my hair and my feather-brimmed hat
Stealth found deep in the spirit and brain's gully
My elephant steps gently
A mother feeding babes with honey
Oh, and a tiger with major stripes
Like a general sending missiles that look the same as the ones from which we came
With a mind to flee before she was seen
She fell like a sunset
Like a video I’d seen
And a thunderstorm when she collapsed
Oh boy, you would’ve jumped right into my lap
Bill unloaded into his chair
Leaving behind him a veil of dust
With his hands clasped over his hat
Well, Bill, what will you do now?
After such a great kill
Bill grinned like a devil with a mouth made of silt and not tobacco
His mustache twirling into both nostrils
Well, I’ll hang her head above the door for the locals
And tomorrow
I’ll find another for my bungalow