Black Snake Voodoo Hiss

I’ll scan for you in infra-red; Unleash the hunger in your head; Catch a steel low-engine whine; Along the sweating curve of your spine; ‘Cause it’s not really fun; Til electricity hums and gets us shivering shuddering shaking; Come all undone; On the lip of the whispering night; Your little moth wings come alight…...I got my fork and my knife; Cut myself a sweaty slice; Dropped my blackened spoon; I’ve got a taste for you; You better run for your life; I’ll take a slice off the back…..Your oil-slick black eyes rainbow shimmer; Halo of the fire flicker glitter and glimmer; drag your lo-light drapes around me; winking satellites surround me; I embrace your tender fracture; (You’re) my particular spectacular…. I got my fork and my knife; Cut myself a sweaty slice; Dropped my blackened spoon; I’ve got a taste for you; My teeth incising for a bite; You better run for your life….I’m hacking into you tonight; Ball-gag leather-tight; Spat out, shat out; Last page torn out; Worn out turned down; Turned on and turned out