Aloysius was a bluegrass drummer, he was just a normal kid
Bloomin', trippin', flowin' under, just as I once did
At a 24-hour restaurant, open 'til the end of time
He was washing dishes there when he met Brick Butterfly

She was a no-wave singer for a country act working outta Region Ten
She was all strung out on hard street fat but he didn't know it then
First a look, then a spark, sound of Velcro in the dark
His heart is spinning like a bicycle wheel
She and he laid the stems down flat in the middle of a field

Brick Butterfly had a history of sleeping with the kitchen staff
She was a hardcore gobbler and a longtime guzzler of hydrogenated crap
Suet, tallow, liquid squeals, great mounds of plastic lard
That's what she got the lad to steal on the night that he got fired

Aloysius woke at five a.m, the hungry girl was gone
There was blood in the bedding, forks in the ceiling, and bones all over the lawn

Like any strong young poet would, he packed his bags for Region Ten
I guess now I know him less than I ever knew him then
Yes, I guess I know him even less than I ever knew him then