Marc Almond - Mamba lyrics

And tonight the look that branded me Was like a pool of burnt out gasoline Shiny brown skin like the melting tar On a sticky summer road Finger on the trigger Words like bullets blast the brain Nails a brittle edge of a breaking gla** in a bar room brawl Lay myself like a big jack rat Limp and lazy on the sallow soaked floor And now you're feeling sorry Now i'm shattered sad and worn out Ragged raped of mind and soul Empty like an ashtray Damp and dirty grime and grease A broken hearted effigy A bone cracked cranium face frozen about you The cheap wine that you drown the million little devils in your brain Stained your mouth and leaves a purple trail down heartache lane To slash my sickly senses leaving me in my own hell The silent sob of shaking shoulders as the candle drips and dies Driving out the tear smeared figure that i used to know as you (you) Your heel grinds out the cigarette stub you used to know as me Take a sip out of the dirty gla** that helps to glitter up your dirty little life Loneliness may eat me up Keep determined to survive this time And skin like c**aine numb and yellow cut with poisoned pain Feel so shot and shocked and shattered and shamed But the hero and the h**ne That scars and helps me mellow out again And close my eyes in ecstasy of cleaning out the decaying crimes That are sinking me in self pity Meet my eyes in fired goodbye Like a flick knife in the chest And just a tiny touch of you So dark and damned and easy Hope fallen the prey To a thousand use and abuse 'ems For i know that in the end the poison darts of hate Will eat you up and will rise up From the oily sea of my waxy lazy gloom And stick the final pin that sends you in humiliation from the room And i know you though you play marlene dietrich in the bar Sinking slurring out of key like some jarred and jaded star But the colour seems so faded fake fur that you surely are Your much more blue than angel say goodbye to style and pride As you show your heart with a naughty little organ That beats out the number on the knees The sensuality of the glorious diamonte dress That hangs from your shoulders baring your bruised and battered chest As you beat out the rhythm of the song The rhythm on the flesh singing 'einen mann' qualluded deluded Never never you and though you play at Cat and mouse by giving me your whisky mouth Remember that this little snake kisses you to k** And i'll buy them all drink to toast And charge the bill to you You'll never see a faster mover dart in for attack Slither shining Danger a winding belt of black Treacle runs from all your pores The venom from the bite Revenge is sweet and strikes just like a mamba every night