Hail Mary Mallon - Kiln

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MA-LL-ON\nMary\nMA-LL-ON\nMary\nMA-LL-ON\nMary\nMA-LL-ON\nMary\nFrom the tree house, you can now see the silhouette\nGreasy, poor, needy boy speeding off in a limo stretch\nSeedy talk, slow and low tow his comb through his widow’s edge\nSleepy dog lying for science dying and pillow pet\nCreepy still leaning on tire iron and lobby glass\nForty-four, door to door, order more of them body bags\nPosse packed, corduroy, water toys and karate class\nI’ll be back, Play dough with Beowolf in a Chachi mask (Copy That)\nRoger this, modern twist on a running theme\nMinus Dean, dominate pocket change for the other team\nGutters cleaned, chimney swept, give 'em depth for a color scheme\nEgg shell over bland white, van dyke over hunter green\nWhat it means, forward ho, courts close to the watching eye\nTears like his are tenured and rendered for when his father died\nAnchored to his angled and tangled for when his pocket’s lined\nGolden goose, holding two bowling shoes for his Columbine\nHop a ride, tag along, add a song to your mini-mix\nMega man, egg a van, razor clamped to his chinny chins\nSixty-six, route down, moving down to the Dixie chick\nThis monkey brought a weapon and heaven give him a pixie stick\nIs he sick, if so, make him hurl all the stuff he drank\nHold his hand behind his back, get his hat and his money, thanks\nOnce he blanks, stand him up, hand him some of the onion rings\nTell him that he’s good, get him Bush Tonic, Cutty Ranks\nMA-LL-ON\nMary\nMA-LL-ON\nMary\nMA-LL-ON\nMary\nMA-LL-ON\nMary\nSide winders wind through fried wires\nIn a room of hired primates climbing on typewriters\nTrying desperately to organize an alphabet in prose\nThat would render them in drastically exaggerated roles\nI know I shouldn’t care and I’m too old to play the dozens\nBut admittedly I visualize some ultimate comeuppance with\nHeads on pikes and pikes on walls and hell bound knights who deny all\ninvolvement, it’s awful\nOff on a tough blue huffy\nGot a bucktooth youth from an uncool cubby\nWho step inside the club like a statue crying blood\nDance floor scattered, staff asking why I’d come\nMan… shamefully whichever way you cut it\nI was trying to impress some people I can’t even stomach\nYou’d like to think you’re cool enough to not care if you’re cool\nBut the spirit gets distracted, the flesh is fucking cruel\nThey drag you to the tempest and extend you to the wolves\nThis would be the time if you had any cool signature moves\nEscape artist careful not to spook the horses\nFrom zero to a symphony of molecules in orbit\nI never had a gold chain, never had a cold beer\nHad a codename and a moral code he hold dear\nGuts pecked out pigs snout gross beard\nA B C fingers stuck in both ears\nMA-LL-ON\nMary\nMA-LL-ON\nMary\nMA-LL-ON\nMary\nMA-LL-ON\nMary