Mike Keneally Skunk
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This palace is Skunk's domain
His spirit's an open sore
His whimsy results in war
Maybe it's a shattered childhood
Maybe he could never smile good
Sympathy he never mastered
Maybe he's a rotten bastard
But he ran his fingers down my spine
Tried to make his madness mine
Took me to a distant hillside
Tried to make my spirit cyanide
Tried to screw my heart and soul then
Took a step back and told him
No you won't be killing my love for life
He smile a wicked his tooth a knife
He said he wouldn't let me leave him
I said I would be glad to grieve him
He said I do what he shall will me
I said you're gonna have to kill me
He said it isn't wise to spurn him
I said I would be glad to burn him
He said he making my life his life
I took myself out a buckknife
And I put a cut in his big red eye
Took a jump off the cliff to fly
I hear him screaming and how he cried
He flying bleeding he by my side
Flying to the sun and higher
Bursting in a ball of fire
Falling to the earth and water
In the arms of Neptune's daughter
Blind and nearly dead I felt her
Offering me food and shelter
Quiet as a naked schoolmouse
Found me an abandoned farmhouse
Then she said to me you must come and hide
I am here for you, come inside
We remaining for seven days
Free from enemy's poison gaze
Waking up from our sleeping
We thought we heard a tiny weeping
Took a peek out of the window
Suddenly a massive wind blow
And the whole place is torn to shreds
Skunk laughing with one eye dead
He tried to reach and grab my love
But that I won't hear of
Grabbed the sucker by his collar
Said I'm gonna make you holler
Tore his every leg and arm off
Threw his noggin in the barn trough
Made a stew from his intestine
Safe to say I fully messed him
Then there was a change in weather
Sucker pulled himself together
Well, thank God my lady had run away
Skunk kill me with one foul spray
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This palace is Skunk's domain