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Charlotte Divine

The voodoo bones are dancing to a mangled ragtime band. 

The cliff notes play the harpsichords on phantom baby grands. 

The hitchhike-hobo drunkards catch a ride to Shangri-La. 

They run the diamond highway selling discount bags of fentanyl. 

Like purgatory pirates on an endless sea they sail 

To the kingdom of the shadows where the princess was impaled 

Upon the spindle of a spinning wheel, she fashioned out of gold, 

Stolen from a sleeping beauty in the graveyard down the road. 

And sayin’ mmm-mmm Charlotte Divine, haunting as a dream can be. 

Mmm-mmm won’t you be mine. 

We’ll dance around the fibers of this tangled web we weave. 

“So, step into my parlor”, said the spider to the fly. 

Then just beyond your fantasy there’s more that meets the eye. 

She’ll capture your reflection; magic the mirror on the wall. 

A Snow-White Cinderella she’s the fairest of them all. 

They say she runs a game where angels pay, and devils play for keeps. 

You can pick that pretty flower, but the serpent lies beneath. 

The widow queen of guillotines, the simple-hearted fool 

Twin lanterns meet in secret in a dungeon built for two. 

I’m sayin’ mmm-mmm Charlotte Divine, haunting as a dream can be. 

Mmm-mmm won’t you be mine. 

We’ll dance around the fibers of this tangled web we weave. 

She smiles like a wild wolf that’s howlin’ in her mind, 

With fingers like syringes and asylums in her eyes. 

She wears a crown of scorpions, a necklace of regrets. 

She’s waitin’ at the altar where the dope-sick genuflect. 

And manic chemical delusions they’ll be screamin “Jesus saves”, 

When they’re jumpin’ like the rapture from a judgement balcony. 

Where paradise is waitin’, burnin’ just around the bend, 

And all the freight train orphans won’t be coming home again. 

I’m sayin’ mmm-mmm Charlotte Divine, haunting as a dream can be. 

Mmm-mmm won’t you be mine. 

We’ll dance around the fibers of this tangled web we weave. 

So, rock-a-bye my baby with a southbound funeral dirge. 

I’ll be hanging at the gallows by Rapunzel’s noose of curls. 

Lookin’ tragic and majestic like unicorn in flames 

Runnin’ rings around the carousel with no one left to blame. 

So, take your answers to the riddle man who plays the crooked drum 

In the Kokopeli valley on the darkside of the sun. 

Before they close your casket and she seals it with a kiss, 

Be careful what you wish for cause the genie always wins. 

I’m sayin’ mmm-mmm Charlotte Divine, haunting as a dream can be. 

Mmm-mmm won’t you be mine. 

We’ll dance around the fibers of this tangled web we weave.