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What is the medicine du jour
Open slowly the mirror door
The phone keeps ringing 'cause there's nobody home.

You blew down the buildings across the street
Still picking glass out of my feet
The smoke won't clear for another 20 years.

Some kind of lagoon,
where pharos and modern-day dictators meet in a room,
discussing their finer parts, and all their future sins.
"Let the new day begin!" they say,
as they raise their glasses to the dark of days.
All their guns were stacked in piles by the coat check.
The girl hasn't made enough tips yet.
She never seems to smile.

If it makes you feel better
to put the blame on me
go ahead. Go ahead.
Go ahead and do it.
After so many times
trying to defend myself,
it was really, it was really no use.

Was it your curious eyes?
Or my big fur hat?
Was it my crooked smile?
Or your thick accent?
Was it the questions that didn't matter?
Was it the first walk home?
Or the shrinking space between our mouths
when it was cold to the bone?

Better come back my friend.
Gonna lock you in my legs again,
pin you to my bed and put a pillowcase
over your handsome head.
Feed you roses and live wires,
drain all the air out of your tires.
You're stuck with me my friend,
stuck with me until the bitter end.

come...train is come in
upper bore the light still harming
your shadows blue in the mourning sunrise
and you cold in your court

wrap my phone
squeezes heart is your tired answer let you
its ok...

My tights are drying on the back of the chair.
Comb the bugs and dirt out of my hair.
Rescued some kids from a porno operation,
in a basement in Detroit.
Drew the smack out of junkie's toe.
I left laying grateful on the kitchen floor.
Flew out the window, landed on both feet,
and took off again.

She counts the weeks, days, and the hours.
Up all night before he comes back.
Never cared what she looked like before.
Now she don't leave without that hat.
The hat he bought at Brighton Beach,
when the sky was bright gray and the air was sweet.
Big old funhouse with tattooed freaks,
and overweight burlesque girls.

Car pulls up. It's dark outside.
I hope that this is just my ride.
The shadows came up to the door.
One was of a very tall man.
In his hand was some big hammer thing.
I jumped a little with the ringing of the bell.
The smoke came gushing-in.
My head needs a-resting now.