Todo Dia É Dia D

Since I left home
I brought the journey back
Etched in my hand
Buried in my belly
Inside and out, just like me
My own ride

Every day is her day
It might not be, it might be
I open the door and the window
Every day is D-Day

There are buzzards on the roof
And the jerky is served
Scorpion stuck
In its own wound
Can't escape, I just slip
Out the exit door

Every day is really a day
To love you, death to die
Every day is more day
Less day, it's D-Day