Tattoo Tarts

Let's cover ourselves in ink
For deep scared memories sink in
Our tribal war paint, beating hearts
Prep the needles at the start
Buzzing fears and sweaty tears
The pain will last for years and years
Cover ups from dodgy fuck ups
There's nothing that can't be cleaned
Righting wrong decision from impulse highs
Portraits of members who've long died
"Ok, are you ready" the artist assuringly implies
"Don't worry I've done this before
But my last victim passed out, on the floor."

THE PAIN!! THE PAIN!! The pain rushes your brain
Breath out and in, deep
Needles tearing at your skin
Scraping, scratching, ripping it apart
Blood trickles from your irregular heart
Beat-in and out of time, pumping adrenaline - "morphine, give me morphine!!"
"Give me something to ease me gently"
Artist wipes the puss and blood away
Start it all over and make you pay
"PUSS?BLOOD? Oh my god I'M gonna faint"
Dried out mouth, words with no taste.
Heard the buzzing needles grate
Excruciating movements - no control.
"Your hurting me you f'ing so and so"
"nearly done now you whining shit, just another little bit"
More pain for my brain
Pain makes me go insane
"Wow! Oh my god, my friends are like well "jel!"
I got my mark and wear it neater
Short sleeve tops for me in the winter
Tattoo Tarts!