Cocaine Zoetrope Testo

Buck mare, buck
Though they might fear you
They want to ride you, steer you
Bite the hand that reaches out to feed you
Tear through the knuckle as they review their choices
It's no duty, nor a kindness
Where are the changers and the rioters?
Hard to hear reason amidst the screeches of soliloquists

In the wrong place, I'm a nuisance I can devastate and destroy
But in a roaring heard, I'm in the chorus
And these songs echo on for other voices
I can seethe like a child's hand on a fry pan
As the women heat their plates up in succession
They curl their banknotes
And tattooed bodies, pass it in circles
Like spinning pictures on a cocaine zoetrope