AK Patterson - Morticia Lyrics

Born in an urban dog end
Flogged in a flea market town
Bartered at birth, I grew into my worth
And I built my backbone from the ground

I went looking for cougar seduction
For the motherless hole in my chest
But my red lover carved, with her kid leather gloves
And she butchered my heart Eton mess

Morticia lend loving hands
Make me whole in afterlife
Morticia lend loving hands
Tender on the tip of her knife

In the cuckold of brisket armed bouncers
I was shoe shined and tie suited
But my lace puzzle frame, could not hold in the game
I was body bagged and car booted

Morticia lend loving hands
Make me whole in afterlife
Morticia lend loving hands
Tender on the tip of her knife

Lay me down in lay-bys of green
Strange flower in cellophane sleep
Motorside mannequin, toss me there where
Burger vans and bovine fare
Where burger vans and bovine fare

Morticia lend loving hands
Make me whole in afterlife
Morticia lend loving hands
Tender on the tip of her knife

Morticia lend loving hands
Make me whole in the bleak afterlife
Morticia lend loving hands
Tender on the tip of her knife