The greatest crime in this life
Has to be to rape yourself
Take a look at these two scars here
They are the tracks made by my wings
It's all my fault the fault is all mine
I sold myslef the fault is all mine
My pockets are lined with soiled currency
That's me that's me that's the truth about me
They sit here at my table
Those i should beware of
Flicking sweaty cigarettes
Into my bowl of ice cream
So slender she's seductive
In that dress
Can you smell
That there's nothing underneath
Give her a coin give her a quorter
And she'll dance just for you
She's tired is late
Her husband is waiting
She wonders if he's drunk
Will he call her a bitch
When she gets back home?