The Major - Made Out Of Babies

Down the street on one leg

A major with a mouth

Is standing on a corner

Near a train to somewhere south

He whistles when he speaks

It’s the only time he does

A petty two-bit thief

Always in and out of love

His eyes are bloody red

It’s part of his routine

Home for Sunday dinner

With a widow from beneath

A silver serpent tongue

A face meant for a mother’s love

A murder in his pocket

With no skin to cover up

Ride, he rides

Two-bit thief

Train down South

Serpent tongue