Bloodshed Waltz
By Tina L. Jens
I got visions of murder dancing in my head
They're doing the bloodshed waltz
Bullets and daggers ripping through flesh
In perfect three-quarter time
A bearded grizzled man
With an axe in each hand
Is doing the Lambada
Down a dark hotel hall
A black-eyed woman
In Stilletto heels and matching
Switchblade in her purse
Cha-chas up the stairs
A little old lady
Way past 81
Is putting arsenic in bottles
Of whiskey and rum
Yeah, they've got visions of murder
Dancing in their head
They're doing the bloodshed waltz
Bullets and daggers ripping through flesh
In perfect three-quarter time
Out in the backyard
A little boy picks up his bat
Swings for the cheap seats
And his best friend's head
A woman in a nameless town
Dreams of the man she's never had
Puts a pillow over the invalid's face
And smothers her mother dead
Young and old they've all got visions
Visions of murder dancing in their heads
Doing the bloodshed waltz
Bullets and daggers ripping through flesh
In perfect three-quarter time
At night their dreams plague me
The endless ways to murder Everyone I know
The Sports Department at Kmart's Got a sale on Sunday
Think I'll go...
Cause I got visions of murder dancing in my head
I'm doing the bloodshed waltz
Bullets and daggers ripping through flesh
In perfect three-quarter time
