Death Riff
Laurie Shaw
So I grew my hair and did a rock'n’roll LP
Jacket: black
Boots: Chelsea
So much so the bouncer into Casual frisked me
And all the doors of perception
Got kicked in in synchrony
It's a death riff, eat the white pith
Ain't no guarantee but that’s the way it looks
On the outside, get the inside
I ain't prolific baby
Everybody else is just lazy as fuck
In some crazy crackling B-movie dream
I put a close mic up to my inner-most thoughts
They turned the dungeon in here into a slick, post-modern tomb
For soul-less souls like me and you to boogie
It's a death riff, ain't no outfit
Put the ice on hard
You're a lioness, fucking get dressed
I'm impressed that you got this far