Scorpio Moon

Written By Theo Edmonds, Charley Baker and Collin Deatherage

April 19, 2008

Friday, at noon

Tied down to the Cadillac sky

Roadside Betty, She’s getting ready

While a big bad buzzard says hi

My feet start crawling

Company come calling

Howling on a coyote tune

Then over the hill

Came Side Winding Bill

Raising up the Scorpio Moon

Betty was born

Queen of the gypsies

Witness to fear

Though she never lost face

American Gothic to Easy Rider

Betty was a shaman in outer space

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Pity the man

Who rattles my stinger
Pity the road where it all goes down

Pretty the kill

While the sun will linger

Pretty like Betty

Pretty dead like Bill

Hot was her hype

Hell was her hoping

She was a portrait of vanity

She’d call up the wild

With a flick of her stinger

Deathly extreme was her strange beauty

Bill was no man

He was a mountain

You couldn’t stand to close

For counting all the stars in his eyes

You could sure sympathize

How the world on his back

Carved a tear neath his eye

He walked with a limp

Spoke with a slur

He’d move like a stone

Man he’d rattle your nerves

Bet your spittoon

Bill’s next to last move

Was hitting the road neath a Scorpio Moon

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Pity the man

Who rattles my stinger
Pity the road where it all goes down

Pretty the kill

While the sun will linger

Pretty like Betty

Pretty dead like Bill

Legs for days

A crook of her finger

Betty’s smile was his fantasy

A schoolgirl’s charm

How her lips did linger

Leaving Sidwinding Bill beggin "Betty please"

He pleaded take me away

Into your pleasure

Let me please as you take

Take me away

Keep me from waking

Rattle me Betty, Make me shake

spoken in a fast staccato

Well I started writhing

She hit the ground

With one deadly lick

I soon would be down

With a glance I had given

Away my disguise

When she struck

I rolled over

And prayed to the sky…

Be still.

As I lay I breath easy

I’ll soon wait her out

But the sound in my head

Rises up like a shout

I can feel her slow moan

As I think I am home

The silence.  The sound…

Never is Now.

Be still.

chorus

Pity the man

Who rattles my stinger
Pity the road where it all goes down

Pretty the kill

While the sun will linger

Pretty like Betty

Pretty dead like Bill

final chorus

Pity the man

Who rattles her stinger
Pity the road that ends too soon

It’s a pretty big thrill

While the sun will linger

But ain’t nothing pretty

Under a Scorpio Moon