McKinley Could Be Cruel
(McKinley) One more night would do just beautifully. Crashing cymbal grand finale last-breath kiss and cymbal cracking high C flies out of me, or we moan a morbid harmony. A video clip for my library. Tender and obscene I back up on you, you into me. Tender and obscene you're into me. You could be, you could be cruel. You could be, you could be cruel, a careless, smoking Bogey, and I'll be I'll be Rosellini. Rosellini asking slap me, slap me, slap me. Beer backs down to the places you left. A slow hand inside pushing down brings back whiskey burn in my chest, whisker burn on my neck. I draw you black and white from way up here. You're barstool, camels and a beer.
