down by the corner
half back hotel
i spoke with murder
i spoke with hell
i pulled the peach pit
i stirred the way
how do you do it
the modern way?
halfway down the stairs is where i tend to sit
i coast the north and south chewing at the bit
i'm nursing on the bill
and scraping at the hide
everybody knows
that i lied
she had no pain
she saw the queen
zipped up his pants
what does it mean?
trouble at home
trouble abroad
a stuffy room
with no crowd at all