Sitting by her corpse
Staring at the sun
It’s burning my eyes
But maybe, baby, I’ll see you on the Other Side

This song ain’t some tough-guy head-cracker,
Nor is it an excuse for the homo-erotic man-pile at the front of the stage.
This song is a Plea For Forgiveness, a Dirge For The Damned,
and a Prayer To Exorcise Demons.

For ALL my dead girls…

Sitting by her corpse, staring at the sun
It’s burning my eyes but I pray it’ll kill the maggots inside
So I left her by the side of the road, it was time to go
there were places to be and The Man to meet and a soul to sell
I’ll repent tomorrow and see you in Hell…
Die, die, die…
Is it the only way to fly above this world of shit?
Die, die, die…
Should we accept our fate and slit our wrists?
Die, die, die…
Is it the only way to fly above this world of shit?
And maybe baby, I’ll see you on the Other Side
and finally have a chance to say
“I’m sorry…”

I met her waiting in the projects hallway; I’ve never seen eyes so dead.
My dead girl
She said “I gotta blow the spics from the ‘spot for a shot
or I’ll be so sick I can’t take care of my kids…”
My dead girl.
I started shaking; I had tears in my eyes
when she looked me in the face and said “Hon, are you alright?”
My dead girl.
I gave her two of my bags and said “Go home to your kids!”
But she wouldn’t fucking leave…
She said “I owe them head for a bag from last week…”
My dead girl.

And let my cry find her
(wherever she may be now)
And let my cry fly above the sky…

And I still see her face
Her breath I still can taste
Maybe you’re finally warm and safe
In a timeless place where there’s no more shame…
Cuz I still see her face
Her flesh I still can taste
The Hell in her eyes I still can’t face
Broken inside from the pain and shame…

If I could fly back through the years
and find you all before the tears
I’d take you all into my arms
and save you from the coming harm
Oh my little Angel Girl
I’d save you from the wicked world
I’d find the child you once were
and slash your fucking throat…

And let my cry find her
(wherever she may be now)
And let my cry fly above the sky…
I still see your face
I pray you’ve found peace
Wherever you may be now…

**And now let’s fly back through time, before all the years of bitter tears,
and speak to one of our Dead Girls when she was young & still alive…**

Little Dead Girl: “You can’t save me, can you?”

Rob: “No, honey… I’m sorry but I can’t…”

Little Dead Girl: “Then would you do something else for me?”

Rob: “Anything, sweetheart… I’ll do anything for you”

Little Dead Girl: “Please end it now while I’m still pretty inside”

Rob: “Oh GOD…”

Little Dead Girl: “Please! I don’t want to live through what my daddy’s gonna do to me.
I don’t want to suck dick for smack. PLEASE…”

Rob: “OKAY… okay. Just close your eyes”

Little Dead Girl: “Will it hurt?”

Rob: “No, sweetheart. Not more than what was coming…”

***Sounds of a Merciful End***

And let my cry find her
You scream, I scream, we all scream for ice cream
And let my cry find her
So let be be the finale of seem,* let me hear you all scream for ice cream
And let my cry find her
You scream, I scream, we all scream for ice cream
And let my cry find her
So let be be the finale of seem,* let me hear you all scream…

Sitting by her corpse, staring at the sun…
This song’s for my Dead Girls.
Maybe baby I’ll see you on the Other Side…
This song’s for my Dead Girls that fly.
This song’s for my Dead Girls.
Maybe baby I’ll see on the Other Side…

* This line is taken from “The Emperor Of Ice Cream” by Wallace Stevens.
It is used with the utmost respect for the original author & his work.