Strangling Tree - Little Red Lung

Marble jaw, strangling tree

Palms wet, red teeth

You touch down like trouble

Rolling in on four feet

Blurry eyed and double vision

Laughing in the dead heat

Shrieking bell, hanging rope

Waist side, high hopes

Your legs flew like ribbons

Tied you to a deep rock

Their beaks hover 'round us

Waiting for the big drop