second draft of lyrics to soundtrack for

Taxi to Hell

Been
saving my money
for this rainy night
to
Enter the 'Garden
of Earthly Delight'

(it's a brothel, I'm working on the neon sign...)

Cab driver's a slob
I ain't gonna pay
just bail, a
block or two away...

spoken to dying, puffed out cab driver:
"hey you! yeah you! I don't see anyone else here having a coronary, bud."
whispered:
"Man, he weren't no Travis Bickle..."

images:

http://www.ibiblio.org/louvre/paint/auth/bosch/delight/

'a lot of the instruments of torture are also musical instruments' - wait till you hear the soundtrack...