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Girl you drag me down to that world below the street
Where the walking dead and phantom pains have beat a sad retreat
Where Ivanhoe's a no show and the saints are in disgrace
My heart's on a card in your pocket and my hand is nothing but spades
Deal me out Lord

Deal me out Lord, want to cry
Deal me out Lord, want to die

I met you at Paco’s party
Joe Cruel with cognac in your glass
You smiled and I liked the look of your teeth
By daybreak they were buried in my ass (wahoo)
They said you would treat me badly
That you played all women for fools
But I’m the kind of girl who jumps up on the table
And then hands you the tools

I have been trying to leave you ever since
You caught me spying through the crack in your defense
I saw the victims of your terrible experiments
These half-mad half-dead half-beast half-men
Walking wounded and I know I'm next

Please don't take me to the House of Pain
I don't think that I could go through that again

Look who's at the door
Sorry we don't want anymore
Look who's hat in hand
I've been holding all your fan
Mail--don't track up the floor
Like you done done before

Find yourself a chair

You would make a great bathtub
I feel cleaner when I've spent all day in you
In you, when I've spent all day in you

You would make a great washcloth
I feel nicer when I've wiped all over with you
With you, when I've wiped all over with you

Far off a dog barks like dogs like to do
What a night for feeling like a borrowed shoe
If a platefull of Martians came flying by
Lighting up the sky, I wouldn't bat an eye
Thanks for the letter of two months ago
Was it addressed to anyone I know
Why write a note anyway
I'm only a stone's throw away