“Roman Strangle”
They’ve made a space down in hell for your cell.
Your winning smile and shining eyes fool so well.
And you fool yourself straight to the bottom.
Yes you fool yourself straight to the bottom.
Where I stitched our arms together
Pulled down the sun and burned you
And me
I am flying in the head you bought yourself…
I pull another knife from another back
You know I will
Light dims when you arrive
Take me in tonight
You know I will
I want you…
And you fool yourself straight to the bottom.
Yes you fool yourself straight to the bottom.
- F. James Bardozi & Ramona Fields
