Blood Poem by Avernus Sans Pitie

Yeah... yeah...
Husband at the tire shop, grease on his hands
Slips out the back, has a different set of plans
Comes home stinking of perfume and lies
Wife a bank teller, counting bills with her thighs
Smiles at the window, takes a number, takes a man
Closes out her drawer then opens hers again
Cheating and bleeding, both spreading the same
Tire shop husband, bank teller shame
Drug resistant in Chickasha like tears in the rain
One man's mistake turned a whole town to pain
(yeah, yeah)
Both cheating and bleeding
It's in the blood just the same
(na-na)
Husband caught it raw from a north side fling
Brought it home like a damned souvenir ring
Wife took the gift, passed it down the line
Teller by day, hooker by night, showing the signs
He sits on the jack, stares at the lift
Feels his body slow, feels his future shift
She counts the money, body count too
Neither one saying, blood work they knew
Now the husband coughs, tires stacking high
Can't lift the wrench, can't look them in the eyes
Still smiling at the window, still taking the cash
Sleeping around, with a wink and a flash
Redneck buddies laugh, don't know the score
Trailer house talking but the truth's next door
One shop, one bank, one sickness in the blood
Cheaters dying while the whole town burns down
Both cheating and bleeding, both have the stain
Tire shop husband, a bank teller's shame
Closes out her drawer then opens it again
Drug resistant in Chickasha like tears in the rain
One man's mistake turned a whole town to pain
(yeah, yeah)
Both cheating, both bleeding (na-na)
Both cheating, bleeding,
It's in the blood just the same
Tire shop husband, a bank teller's shame