[I]
It is a shame
That such slim, shapely
And athletic legs
Were attached to the torso of some
Brainless streetwalker in the back alleys,
Who may have just gotten
An overwhelming fix that left
her in such a condition

I knew them for long
As a lone vagabond among
Army brothels constantly
Looking for a blow,
And always desired those
Sweet, sturdy legs. Yet
They never made me feel
Ashamed of my defect

I crawled with much effort
Through the miriness,
And by moonlight drive away
The massive mice munching her brain matter
Or whatever
Spilling out of her hollow skull
By dawn, the evening lady laid to rest

[II]
Ten thousand fallen angels
Rotting in the supernatural darkness
The double stars rinsed in lime-sapphire
Sundered without us knowing
And takes pleasure in that effortless deception
An abattoir, a cave of blues
Licensed to kill
A raging bull in a tarred stream of nothingness
Ablaze, confused, tempestuous
And takes pleasure in that effortless deception

Ten thousand fallen angels
Rotting in the supernatural darkness
Ten thousand fallen angels
In a tarred stream of nothingness
Ablaze, confused, tempestuous
The evening lady laid to rest
Ten thousand fallen angels

[Chorus]
Fearsome
Man O'War's sting
Floating terror's on the way

[III]
Met a guy after a gig, late 89
Sleazy neck-long hair, pale blue eyes
Crimson lips, chapped,
"Would you like a pint?"
He said he never had a drink
Until this evening

We watched stray dogs bark at the moon
A bitch at twenty
Finds it uneasy
To howl at the moon she eventually
Sees as a friend

At rest on a cold stairway,
She feels for the bouquet
Of tulips and roses blooming by the dustbin,
She could only imagine its beauty

Hollow eyed mental midgets
Smoking in the supernatural darkness
Hollow eyed mental midgets
Eyes begging for sex
Something is approaching her, something
That resembles the wobbly figure
Of her negligent owner,
Knocking over the dustbin and shattered the bouquet
A bitch at twenty

A bitch at twenty
Finds it uneasy
To howl
A bitch at twenty
Rotting in the supernatural darkness
In a tarred stream of nothingness
And takes pleasure in that effortless deception
Ablaze, confused, tempestuous
The evening lady laid to rest
A bitch at twenty
Finds it uneasy
To howl
A bitch at twenty
Rotting in the supernatural darkness
In a tarred stream of nothingness
And takes pleasure in that effortless deception

A bitch at twenty...

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