Murder Of Lawyers (from "Offbeat: A Red Hot Sound Trip" compilation)

A murder of lawyers in overcoats
A murder of lawyers in overcoats

A murder of lawyers in overcoats, shoulders up, heads slung low, looking like a swarm of M's swarming the crosswalk
Looking up at a window on the forty-fourth floor
Blue-eyed Jew Mystic from a rhythm section, his hands cupped around the dignified hijiki of human speech
Muslim baritones idle with their hands down

And the gat that fattens your jacket pocket
Plugs slugs in vain
Through the body of the immaterial witness

And that which is ugly and feeds on The Law comes into the conference room singing federal jargon
Their necks are covered in chocolatey growths
Spat up an eyeful of steam in the lumber yard parking lot

Written in her own shit with a ground down fork
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork
Written in her own shit with a ground down fork