Rattlesnake

let's go hang out in a mall, or a morgue,

a smorgasboard

let's go hang out in a church

we'll go find lurch

then we'll haul ass down through the abbey

is it money, is it fame

what's in a name, shame?

is it money, is it fame

or were they always this lame?

it's a crazy, crazy mixed up town

but it's the rattlesnake i fear

in another place, in another time

i'd be drivin' trucks my dear

i'd be skinnin' hunted deer

deer

let's go hang out in a bar

it's not too far

we'll take my car

we'll lay flowers at the grave of jesco white

the sinner's saint

the rack is full and so are we

of laughing gas and ennui