"Lorne, you little..."  Spike tightened his fists.  "Two things.  One, he's a lawyer at Wolfram and Hart.  And two... he's the one I was sleeping with when I stayed here before."<br/><br/>Lindsey grinned.  "We're going to start with an audience favorite.  This one was written for the one that got away."<br/><br/>He starts strumming the guitar, launching into the song, voice intense and filled with anger and pain.<br/><br/>"It's been a long time<br/>Since I wore this rattlesnake smile<br/>And a lotta my friends haven't seen it in quite a while<br/>I feel my eyes rollin' deep inside my head<br/>And there's a feeling of misconception in the air<br/>Yeah, I'm startin' to see<br/>Yeah, I do believe<br/>I used to have a soft southern glowing face<br/>I used to lead my heartaches away on the chase<br/>When you get stung with the heart of a little child<br/>Well, that's how you get that rattlesnake smile.."<br/><br/>The song has been growing in intensity the whole time, now he's almost shouting, growling, his passion intense as he sings.<br/><br/>"You better keep your distance<br/>In this tangled shape I'm in<br/>Now no one had better touch me right now<br/>In this cold-blooded thick skin<br/>Oh I said you better run real fast<br/>When you hear that rattlin' sound<br/>Well, you better run real fast, man,<br/>Or this one's gonna knock you down<br/>I sit alone and try to shed this skin that I live in<br/>Trying to clear my vision once again<br/>Hah, well, I ain't no good to no one no how, not right now<br/>'Cause I forgot to run myself and I got run down<br/>Do I look like something you can put in a fuckin' cage?!"<br/><br/>The last line was an angry scream, and the music stops, the singing stops, and he looks out into the audience, directly at Spike.  The next line is spoken, a sexy growl.<br/><br/>"Come over here and gimme a kiss."<br/><br/>The guitar starts again and the song is still at that frenetic, angry, almost-shouting level.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I'm startin' to see<br/>Yeah, I do believe<br/>Better keep your distance<br/>From this tangled shape i'm in<br/>Now no one had better touch me right now<br/>In this cold-blooded thick skin<br/>Better, well, well<br/>Now I said you better run real fast<br/>When you hear that rattlin' sound<br/>Oh I said you better run real fast<br/>Or this one's gonna knock you down."<br/><br/>The guitar tapers off, strumming fast and low, and the last part is delivered as a plaintive wail.<br/><br/>"And I sit alone in the desert rain<br/>With my tail in the air<br/>Ohhhhhhh....."<br/><br/><br/><br/>