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lyrics
The streets, they sweat a cold yellow slime of hostile people demanding your time. She’s the perfect woman. She sings and plays the harp. She has satin skin, silk hair, velvet eyes and a sawdust heart. I’d give anything to say one word to her, but, O, what would I say? Call her a tiger? Only, tigers are better-looking, aren’t they? She looks at me smiling. I know what she thinks: That I’m getting to look old. That I drink. I say, “I hope there’s another war. I’m tired of this living. I don’t want to live anymore.” One day, I shall take a hammer from the folds of my dark cloak and I will crack her little skull like an eggshell spilling out yolk. One day, this fierce wolf that walks at my side will rip her abominable guts out and she will die.