Golden Jackal Song

well I swung through town

shining like a new quarter

felt something sharp rise up within me

when I crossed the border

stopped at the gas station payphone

I let my fingers fly

the wicked impulses were dying

but I couldn't let them die

we were over at your place

singin about the old times

I ate so much carrion

that I could not move

I was bloated

when I saw you in the kitchen

glistening like the old country

all your cups and glasses

lined up in front of me

I stopped at the faucet for a minute

waited til you came in to see what was wrong

your fingers brushed my ribs playfully

and I played along

you had your tongue in my mouth

your eyes glistening in the light

I ate rich raw carrion

till I couldn't think right

I was full