Machine Screw - Skeleton Key

Teeth grind, the oil shines the trembling frame of my concubine

You feel the heat from underneath the belly of my bride

The rubber grips and leather hips, the dulcinea of apocalypse

The black plume of perfume ushers in the eclipse

And I will dream in steel

Of it’s taste and of it’s feel

Because all I want to do is machine screw

The greasy sheen of gasoline, she clears her throat like a guillotine

Narcotic, autoerotic, intoxicating and mean

And I will dream in steel

Of it’s taste and of it’s feel

Because all I want to do is machine screw