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Acid King

TOBACCO
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The magic is black, backyard happy and fertile For Castle, the acid king of the black circle Same year Bowie dropped two horns hatched and matured To Gore, Northport's '84, here is '84 Mary Lou Retton excitebike AIDS jeopardy Wake up Theo Bellamy, crack rock, anyway Seventeen summers in developing Would it be the middle school or ketamine? Yes Left home in the dark To curl up in a bear hug of Suffolk County's arms With a bevy of heavy metal records and leather bibles More Anton LaVey than Saint Michael More Sherm in a fort on bricks behind Midas Fly with the pentagram pilots Sabbath and Judas and all toons prudence Seems tame now but then it was devil music Rick 6, the nickname clicks Makeshift altar in a clearing in the sticks Forfeit a kitten by the forks from the kitchen With arse men who drew the same symbols Pitchforks waving at a grand theft 4x4 support system Alas, Angus with the axe in the back Foreground offering a pitch-dark animal corpse And backyard black mass and a brash curiosity Opt for grave robbery to puff and pluck skulls at a cemetery property Cops cuff him and stuff him in Amityville asylum It's fantasy island but there was lions at the time South folks would focus on the environment And how it could elicit a luciferous client It would fling, pale moon, pale horse howling Deft and LSD to make it mean more than it meant Pay attention, here's where the whole thing sours And goes from intriguing to wowzers At a party, a passed out drunk Castle Gets got for ten bags of dust Now it's not a big town and people have big mouths So he fishes around 'til he figures it out Gary Louris, seventeen years young You have no idea what you've done Track him down, beat him pissy Got five bags back, still owes him fifty Oh Ricky Ricky do we hound him for loot? Or show him how the hellbound do, hmm Castle waves all debt, says, "Let's just go and get baked instead" Two shake hands and a beat play dead Though it's more like a skeeter shitting a web And along came a spider with two of his friends It was into the woods, a delusional mess Four kids dipped in a black hole bath June 16, Castle snaps, off guard Gary tackled a pin Sees Rick pull a knife from his jacket and grin Raise that knife like a sword to the moon Plunge that knife through a portrait of youth Go and say you love Satan, say you love Satan Louris ain't say it, just caved to the facelift Thirty-two stab wounds, gouged out eyes Burns on his skin, not a cloud in the sky Castle would later explain he was told by Satan himself In the form of a crow to murder the kid cold Part of a pristine whole No no no no no Just had to brag until somebody sad Just had to rat Sat in a cell as a merchant of hate Who would hang from a sheet before the third day Some say Castle was part of a cult But I'm sure there was more than we're told More than adults or authority could rightly decode Or maybe I'm wrong and he's finally home, Castle It's dark and it feel like a nice night Hold close to the house of the white light Hold close to the good you are drawn to These woods were grown to disarm you It's dark and it feel like a nice night Hold close to the house of the white light Hold close to the good you are drawn to These woods were grown to disarm you It's dark and it feel like a nice night Hold close to the house of the white light Hold close to the good you are drawn to These woods were grown to disarm you It's dark and it feel like a nice night Hold close to the house of the white light Hold close to the good you are drawn to These woods were grown to disarm you