The Jackal

Just like a curse A walking plague of gluttony Ripping through the stomachs of the needless greedy The rotting apple that we consume every day The decomposing flesh that serves as armor for the hungry We are ravenous Starving for tragedy We are war a

Did I ever tell you about that man who changed my life? The one I thought, oh my Lord, when I saw him walk in the back of that bar, All tall and lean with them broad shoulders, sweeeet lips, I knew That I had died and gone to Chocolate Heaven He had