Devoured Carcass - Old Funeral

Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere

Body bolted to the gournd

Trunk-liquor dries in sores

Unsupported on mothers floor

Impossible to stand the heat

Ants begin to eat the meat

Trunk-liquor dries in sores

Unsupported on mothers floor

In a hour the vultures will get their food

They’re just now in the eating mood

Towards it comes an adder

It starts to eat the urine bladder

When the snake has had his lunch

The head is just an empty conch

This is dainty to the tarantulas

A relay is this rotting carcass

Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere

Body bolted to the gournd

Trunk-liquor dries in sores

Unsupported on mothers floor