Machete Bob

Waste of breath Standing naked in the mirror Take what's left Another drink and you'll see clearer A rat with claws Wrapped in flaws Son of God Soaked in blood Just for fun Where we bathe— Bits of porcelain Lump of sugar Go away Machete Bob thinks he's the butcher A rat with claws Wrapped in flaws Son of God Soaked in blood Just for fun Only for breeding She sits there, she's seething An issue with joy But just for the evening A rat with claws Wrapped in flaws Son of God Soaked in blood Just for fun Only for breeding She sits there, she's seething An issue with joy But just for the evening