Red Poison

Walking down Green on my way Chinatown

Our flight was coming, soon to touch down

Went to pick up some china I'd chosen

The man said to me, "But these are red poison"

I took a step back, "But they're so beautiful

You use them and you'll fall like a mule

So what's the price?" he shot me a scowl

But wrapped them and sold them to me anyhow

The table is set, it's just the right tool

A slow painful death for the unknown fool

For her I await with thick bloody steaks

Served on decadent red china plates

I picked up some more and I keep them around

Keep my ear close to the ground

Waiting for others get rid of them slow

Watch their skin turn, watch their eyes doze