Bang, bang boogie, up jumps the partyÂ…

I know your name and the hours that you operate are 
grave yard
shift my body weight out the gates, he came
like a thief in the night this hell hounded off his 
leash 
teeth clenched tight, you might know my face... 
not the expression that it's left in 
when I taste a loved ones blood my forked tongue 
make sure protect your next of kin 
take it like pain killers
spill the pills of medicine right down the drain 
flush the evidence then claim your innocence 
this shit just isn't their game, in fact their rules 
don't apply here,
it's a shame that you're going to die here underneath 
my thumb print
all over some dumb shit, run quick 
cuz you're about to get your punk ass beat in public 
like bang, bang, boogie, 

he beat down her door with an alibi full of childhood, 
I killed time while it stood still for her,
moments must have adjusted accordingly, but on his 
watch 
the minutes were fast givin him whip lash
beat by the hands of my clock, 
lots can happen in an hour, 
for some days don't fly by they make a crash landing, 
I flee by night and only return for emergencies 
just so I can listen to the ambulance sing, 
sirens rang, the colors of the flashing lights 
painted the town red in the blackest of nights, 
so i will not taint beauty in the ugliest of moments 
its that strange side of a poet, I'm writing you out of 
and to give you some perspective, I'm a changed man, 
and in that respect you best get professional 
detectives 
and motion detectors to protect your relatives, that's 
as much warning as your ass will get,
I hold my aim, this is an invite, to my domain, 
pick me up while I hitch hike, on memory lane, 
sit tight while I back seat drive you insane, 
and beat your brains until you see nothing but pitch 
white 
and keep you breathing just long enough to have you 
explain what its like 
and how you like it. convince me, I want to believe 
that you bleed, 
I want to believe that you're bleedin just as much as 
she did 
I'll exterm' it with your life until I find it's fuckin 
meaning.

She beat back her attackers with a childhood full of 
alibis, as I understood she had to lie,
the battle cries must have adjusted accordingly or 
stopped, 
calls for help never were answered back and for that 
beat by the hands of my clock, 

lots can happen in a matter of seconds 
ask for a repentance from a looking glass self 
shattered reflections,
before you blame your anger on adolescence 
listen to the symphony of ambulances sing, 
so beautiful, 
so nice
tell me where were you last night? 
As usual, you lied. 
Tell me where the fuck you hide. 
It goes bang bang boogie up jumps the party. 
I always notice when she has new marks on her body.