Linda Strawberry

i remember the day i met her

white spirit whistling through the trees

such a pretty creature

he says that he's an owl but he's the king of the vultures

perched to pick the skin and bones clean of life

oh sugar, please

they wanna  turn you

they wanna turn you to a common whore

i remember the day i lost her

she was drunk and careless falling through the streets

attracting all the hustlers

pulling in by all her heat

he says that he's an owl but he's the king of the vultures

perched to pick the skin and bones clean of life

oh sugar, please

don't let them turn you

don't let them turn you on like a common whore

that boy was so no good to lay his dirty hands upon you

and leaving you weeping in a side street delirious

white drugs and dark drugs catapult you down to hell

wake up on a filthy mattress with his dirty hands inside of you

he says that he's an owl but he's the king of the vultures

perched to pick the skin and bones clean of life

you can see the dead men walking

see the dead women with their heads and eyes downcast

see the fiends fiending in the tar pit streets

don't let them turn you to a common whore

don't buy the illusion of a faster life.