a Bloody Tune in 1968
They bend him in half, bind ankles to wrists
and drop him in the 55 gallon drum,
so only his butt sticks out.
Voice 1: How they keep them lil’ skinny mo’ fuckers from totally disappearing?
Voice 2: Man, they fill them barrels halfway with rocks.
The ROKS (Republic of Korean Soldiers)
beat an early morning tune on that butt
First there’s the bloody butt,
then the butt bones,
then just the bloody barrel.
We go inside to get high
before our shift
back on the gun.