can i tell you something?
i remember it all started when he bought that car
it was the first thing he'd ever owned apart from me
and the color was red and he drove me
he drove me out of my mind
it was spring or summer sixty five i don't remember
steaming and sweating and sticking against the wheel
and i could see the tendons stand out in the back of his neck
and he used to make me pray
wearing a mask like a death's head
when he put me there in the back seat
inherited his father's hate that what he'd say
and he custom of destruct the pain of every escape but somehow
he could make joy come loose inside
i would feel really i would feel really and truly alive
and i would do anything for him
he'd say even the son of god had to die