The Closets - Mr. Macabre Lyrics

I'm sitting fully dressed on my bed after a fluke
Two flakes melted away, to think that they'd follow suit
He needed dope money, I shed my wallet away
If he wasn't so alluring I would've called it a day
Far from dignified, I spent every last cent
Since I never have to worry about managing rent
Meandering down my street looking for my place
My pulse was quickly pumping as I tried to pace
Waiting for the knock, I stripped myself of my shoes
He's fully armed and glocked and would've blown a fuse
Some dated colored rubber reserved on my bench
To think that he'd end up a blubbering wench
I greeted with grace I asked where he felt was best
Pointed towards the stairs , he almost put me to the test
Without a hesitation, I got presented with a job
If I could please his driver and bother working his knob
Threw myself in the fumes so I could get a sense
How much I could tease and please to their expense
Never good enough for chats, a halfwit in my prime
I wish I could pay with conversation but they won't sacrifice time
Royal highness father I just needed a thrill
I'll even go to your grave to disclose my weekly bill

I thought I'd never see the pathetic, helpless day
I'd succumb to be a sodomite that had to to pay his way

I just parted a man as angelic as the gates of hell
No negotiation needed for what he tried to sell
Beckoned with a middle finger If i would slip inside
For a Sunday stroll in his tinted window ride
His multi colored hair that covered up his zits
A product of infatuation as I let him take a hit
Fumbling, mumbling, rumbling man
Tumbled though a garbage can
My Epileptic moods as they attempted leeway
Molded my expressions like fragmented clay
Another flavor of the night plucked my heart
They gave less a f*ck as they aimed their darts
Clothes pin on on my nostrils as something stank
Then I face flesh, a Neanderthalic skank
Disposable like latex, I snap and start to crack
Promptly rejected as temperance lacks
I bond with muted concrete, as I try to take a walk
Then I try to stay discreet as I'm in fear of my own stalk
I guess they'll use me but I got poetic excuse
No citation or reference warranted just creative juice

I thought I'd never see the pathetic helpless day
I'd succumb to be a sodomite that had to to pay his way