On and on and on the sound An air to drag you down before you’ve stayed too long And when you realise what lies behind those crooked eyes You’re bought and sold
Of all the wasted avenues, the bitterest of pills to choose
Down in a hole, deep enough to drown
When at first the trap was laid, you showed your wicked face And held your gaze too long With far too much for you to prove You made the sickest move you ever could have known You layes the man too much too soon for old perfume And now it’s you…