The Worm

Belly up to the bar and give me shot of your best stuff
 Cuz this dust in my throat is turning to brick
 Make it some of that mexican mojo
 That you've got hidden there down below
 I can hear him callin
 I can hear him beg
 Drink me like the water from this desert land
 I don't need no chaser
 I don't need no lime
 Just tip the glass and let that motherf***er fly
 Glass in one hand flesh in the other
 Queen of the night on the day of the dead
 Let's raise the bottle and wager a boast
 Who gets to have this heavenly host
 Worm
 I look out across the bar's hollow gut
 Rafters climb the walls like rib bones
 Sultry dancers move like cobras to the sounds of a skeleton band
 I can hear him whisper
 I can hear him call
 Every poker player in this dirty hall
 He's the garden viper
 He's the mongrel's teeth
 Hair of the dog baby is all you need
 Cards in one hand glass in the other
 Drink up tomorrow we might be dead
 God's little children howlin like ghosts
 Come to wet their grave-thirsty throats
 Remember the worm the promise he keeps
 Bullfighters die and women weep
 Break out the bottle and i'll show you what i mean
 Sell your soul for smoke and a drink
 Place your little lips around the neck
 Swallow the worm baby i'm your man