Die Like a Tourist

Die like a tourist
your mama said you would
crawl like hugo clockwork
draggin chains from Daisy's woods

die like a tourist

You got blistered nipples so colour
so tortured by the sun
mama's doin time
while you load that special gun

Feet been walkin charcol
Easter Island ruby red
lips a grand canyon
a chika-bang she goes that gun

Children be smilin 'n' dreadful
clothes a rippin yarn
selling lava pumic
to stone washin jeans

Die like a tourist
your eyes no goin where
wearin thin them shutterin tumblers
tumblin to yer grave...

I feel yer arms grippin vicely
hands straining me goose flesh
no fiction no hidin no shirkin feeble hearted
like you're mama said you would

Stonhenge casts a shadow
pilgrims rock the cradle
lonely planet she's a'screamin
as the fires burn in Bosches hell

Die like a tourist
your eyes no goin where
crawl like hugo clockwork
like your mama said you would