The Bellevue Hospital great
Had a treatment that tampered with fate
With its infamous black bottle
Their patients would throttle
On chloroform without a wait
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Bellevue Hospital NY -
The Triangle Shirtwaist Fire
Sent more than 100 seamstresses to the pyre
With bodies stacked high
Bitter cordwood to the sky
Smelled worse than one burning a tire
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Bellevue’s ivy on wall
Climbs the windows incredibly tall
With screams through the glass
When you dared rush on past
The lunatics inside want you all
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Chloroform works quite a treat
As a poison it’s effective and neat
Breath deep in the scent
You’re soon heaven sent
Riding a perfume that’s sweet
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Bruised pink house, smashed metal hive
Stained gutter grill draped across the drive
Howling lawnmowers fight cascading children with dogs
Echoing the pothole blasted street clogged
With neon-blood reflectors clumped in headstone Mass
Bent dangerously low in overgrown grass
Choking dirty grey bins, stained and chipped basketball net
Ash & Miami for sale by McColly – your best investment yet
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it’s easy to look back at my old pals and remember
there’s billy who ended up wrapped around a telephone pole
and mcconie who got shived on the docks
motier got his when a drug deal went bad
they’ve been dead a long time now so they’re not going anywhere
i’m still ticking wishing that someone cared enough to shiv me or rob me or drive me headfirst through a car window
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The Fae are people most fine
Beware their food and their wine
They’ll bewitch you with sin
Draw your soul deep within
As you pass over to the Divine
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Mash up the bones and the feet
Goblins enjoy their sweet meat
Pluck the eyes from the head
Don’t worry if they’re dead
The spoils will all taste just as sweet
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Of you, I do remember dear
The nights, the ways you promised me
To love forever, to ever be
My heart, my life, my unshed tear
Yet you forsook me
Broke my heart
Our bond torn roughly, ripped apart
Tinderbox burnt down for all to see
You never ever really cared
Only I the one who truly dared
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With glass, she would merrily eat
Crunching slivers instead of her meat
With a mouth full of blood
Demented cow with her cud
Don’t ask me how she drank from the teat
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