Tonight We're Meat - Silkworm

Painted it white

Painted it white

Red, sore and black at the core

I painted it white

There’s a street in your name

A street in your name

Short avenue

The houses are blue

Street in your name

Everything was rented

Every dime was spent and the Fire was stoked

From inseam to hem I am a dying specimen

The local joke

I’m a tramp

Everybody rides my ramp

Tonight I’m meat

Straight to your head

Straight to your head

Nobody noticed the cause of the change

Straight to your head

It was a limited run

A limited run

Turn off the lights

Lock up the place when you’re done