Miles Kurosky - Dead Language Blues lyrics

Based on a book based on his life A song I was hired to write I stole every line and plot device From his journal that I read at night The characters were all stiff robotic who*es But there was one intriguing role The slick missionary with a penchant for stealing and Hypnotising the Girls with boys' names and boys with girls' frames So I set to work with my blueprint And the aim of a dead poet's pen I filled my prescription and then A cold war, bible like tyrant was calling my name He told me needed someone to detail each moment His history, the ink started flowing He first took d** in '84 But he's never been the same as before It's the fault of the suburbs, prog rock and his mum She still calls him all the time To see if he's failing 'cause nothing keeps it's shape when Tempted each day By European ways, speed freaks and strays It's so hard to say If nature has more than a sick sense of humour A cold war bible black tyrant was taking my hand He told me he needed someone to proof read each sentence A dead language, the ink started flowing He told me it felt like a whirlwind of heat Just east of Juarez, a border town soiree He knew it before he could breathe The air was filled with the smell of baby's breath Stale s** and baby's breath It feels like he's failing, 'cause nothing keeps its shape When tempted each day By heartfelt inscriptions and sinking convictions A cold war bible black tyrant was calling my name He told me he needed someone to detail each moment His history, the ink started flowing