Face Like a Horse

Veronica’s car is like a disease
Her hand on the stick
She’s parked behind the trees
That circle the house
Where her sister was born
October the fourth
A husband and wife
With six hundred kids
Dissolved in a glass
Fingers clutching at her lips
Slicked up with the lime
You could pour on a corpse
With a face like a horse
Their love is like cake
Cut four hundred ways
Four hundred and one
Bite down and salivate
The sugar is strong
Never mind how it tastes
Smear it over you face
Face like a horse
(it's no one’s fault)
Wants a divorce
That really hurts
Stuck in reverse
Soup kitchen face
(it's all or nothing)
Latex and lace
Freaked out and sharp
Four months in hell
Don’t hang up the phone
Turn out all the lights
And lay back in bed
Concentrate on my voice
I’m telling you lies
You’ll never forgive
I’m telling you lies