The nomadic addict bites down on his wallet
He buries his fingernails in the floor where he's fallen
His blood is freezing and his skin is on fire
He's twitching and wheezing and about to expire
Yes this nocturnal colonel opens and closes his eyes
It was bound to end up this way
It comes as little surprise
He's covered in perspiration it soaks his sear sucker suit
He wonders who in tarnation
Put a scorpion in his boot
Which one'a the sons of bitches
Did this dastardly deed?
He knew that some had it in for him
But he never took heed.
He never listened to anybody
Never took a word of advice
He disowned his whole family and didn't think twice
His poor old mother
Who failed to keep him from trouble
Who knew just enough about Shakespeare to fill in a crossword puzzle
He got tangled with Satanic actors at an impressionable age
Who in his heart he knew were bastards
But were flawless on stage
They traveled all over the countryside
Playing to sold out crowds
Late at night he heard them making awful guttural sounds
And he was making the same ones now
Writhing in a pitiful heap
He has no hope of surviving
The scorpion got into him deep
His mind is reeling
His reality has collapsed
Everything that has ever happened has been part of some elaborate trap