Constantines Poison
At the out city dancehall the wild ones lead the Friday
night parade. If you’re looking for affection, best be
careful where you lay your name. ‘Cause they’ll pin your
renegade heart to wall and leave you there to hang. Last
night at some Scarborough disco, another empty pocket
took a fall. Wild ones put a kid out of the business, and
they shake it off life shivering dogs. No dog tooth
trigger will poison us. No sinister blade will poison us.
When we dance, the night belongs to us. Who gives a damn
for the blue laws, when the sun come up on an empty lot.
A little more blood in the weekend’s wake. They shake it
off like shivering dogs.
