Louis Logic - Dust To Dust LyricsA lonely shadow filled the frame of a 6th floor windowA tenament resemblin' a 5th ward shit holeA tortured soul type of agoraphobeWho sported robes and made sure his door was closedEver since his brief intro to this freak nymphoHe had his first time with her in a lime green pintoHe kept the cheap bimboBut he was unaware that any cat who come preparedgot up in her underwearHe was an unsure kid, somewhat scared in the first placeBefore his 20th birthday, he married his first layA careless, young airhead, who shared sex in her bed spreadAnywhere she found a spare bedWho would dare wed such a slut?Savage and sultryTo the last days of their marriage, she practiced adultryWhen she finally bounced on the boy, he drank by the gallon and quartsand shouted at the lord til he went out of his coreInstead of crazy, he had thoughts of going Kevin Spacey in Se7en, maybeHe wanted to behead his ladyand any shady kid who laid his mitts on his baby's titsHis faith was stripped like an atheistMaybe its that God lies, he was tortured by the thought ofHow many odd guys probably knew his wife's bra sizeHis thought process was counter-clockwiseEnvisionin' guns and bloody butcher shop knives[sample from movie]:Man #1: What the ***** are you doing??Woman: What the ***** does it look like I'm doing?Man #2: Can you close the door?Man #1: Will I close the door? Will I close the door?! That's my wife, you*****!*gun shot**Ambulance & EMT arrive*The super opened the tenant's door and found a corpse insteadThe rookie cop was like "Are you sure he's dead?"Then the coroner said, "You mean aside from how his forhead's spread?The empty quarter-keg and the skipping record by Portis Head?I would say it's a safe bet that he took a 38's best taste test and ate leadHe's more or less deadTag him and bag him, then ziplock the smokin' magnumRound up the neighbors from the ground up and ask them'Who, what, where, when and why?'Anything that would make such a friendly guy wanna end his lifeIt's all probably, to be revealed in the autopsy"The semi-warm body rolled through the first floor lobbyGrowing cold and lifeless, journey on the gourney to the meat wagonPacked in with the medical devicesFirmly wrapped tight in a sheet of whiteWhile the preacher type prays for heaven's blessing beggin' "Jesus Christ"The DT was like, "See his right hand? it's a wedding bandhas anybody seen his wife?""Well, sir, I heard she was the cheating type who would sleep with any manaccording to the neighbors if I'm readin' right""Son, let me help you see the light, and put two and two togetherShe got sick of the kid, and ran off with who everThe guy couldn't take it, he blew open his cake holeA modern day face lift, suicide, case closed"