CYANIDE DREAMER

bailá! and they danced til' they dropped

cricket trysts and their moonshine praises

somersaultin' over cobwebbed chests

jiggy-legged! and a little lightheaded 

feeling trickling down into the knees, 

whew! a little spice wouldn't hurt now,

would it? rat a tat tat darlin'- just wait 'til 

you see the yolk-golden chariots that 

we'll ride into the sunset! your hair's stuck 

in the wheels, baby; tell that girl to spin it

into coins to keep away those charon types

ding! clock turned 12? i got midnight blues

and greens and all sorts of in-betweens 'cuz

its time to end this final rushed rendezvous

let's not leave it at c'est la vie, mio amore,

but knead the night into earthen bridges

to its defiant birdsong: a beber y a tragar,

que el mundo se va a acabar