The Lowdown 7 -

Michael:

They take our dear girl Katy into a room with windows closed

And make her take the tansan, what I’d call a heroic dose

And sure enough, ten minutes later, she disappears and hell

I swear all them government jackals all start just about peein' themselves

Katy:

A thousand little slaps a thousand kicks when you are down

The stabs with daggers as you just begin to turn around

The blithe offhand abasements 'til there’s tears upon your face

A thousand days that casually just make your poor heart break

A thousand little slanders slap the ice cream from your hand

When you were tear-stained and defenseless that’s when the real insults began

The glee with which a thousand petty cruelties are adhered

Your defilement is something they either love or do not care

I hope you bleed and rot in places where the sun will never shine

And the stench makes all around you in disgust recoil and cry

I hope you all start choking 'til you beg for one last breath

I hope your lives all spiral into pestilence and death

You can all go burn in bonfires where you shriek in ghastly pain

And I hope I live to see it, I hope I get to light the flame

I am done being your victim, watching all your heartless deeds

Your death I hope’s asphyxiation on excrement in extreme

Michael:

Well this is all years ago now, in a place that’s far away

A place about which other people like me have had lots more to say

Ther.

there’s been big ol' grand sagas and sweeping, epic regales

Some that have sat and heard it even say it’s it’s all just characters in tales

But each one of them characters is a whole world, each one’s a big deal

Every passion and longing and heartbreak and doomed struggle, they’re all real

I just tell their stories, I cry every time

Drown myself here in, I know, much too much wine

But whether or not I wonder how much longer I can take

Telling these tales, so many stories, and so much goddamn pain

All right, but this tale’s about Katy, who’s taken that damn drug

And finds herself transported to a prairie in another time and thus

She sees that damn folder that caused all this fool fuss

And so she goes ahead and just picks the thing on up

But then she starts walking, cuz she figures she’s got

About mmmm.

two more hours 'til this drug wears itself on off

She aims to keep walking as far as she can get

Far from that warehouse, the police, and the life that she has led