In the Kansas Room

In the Kansas Room,
The nightingales sing on dusty organs.
Death takes the patrons at the tables.
As they drink the wine of the Kansas Room.

In the Kansas Room
She glides with blonde locks up the staircase.
It's for you to wrestle the night.
She will be waiting above the Kansas Room.

In the Kansas Room
The fat salesmen will gamble green polyester.
The dice are round not square.
You have stepped off the edge.
Your snake eyes will be drained
And your heart will become the enemies lamp,
Until you leave the Kansas Room