Stop In your evening dress Drowned in a dull burlesque And a bullet in the head
Stop As the asphalt streets Pulse to the palsied beats And bend your broken ear
Stop And we’ll trace our names Chalk on the callous lanes 'til the rain washes away
Tell me all your moth-ridden stories Drinking binges and soirees After dark In Grace Cathedral Park
Precious as pearl She’s perfect in the eyes of the world If scars make the girl Then the grifters underground will grab her Strip her to the bone and bind her Face to the ground Nobody can make a sound If scars make the girl Then the grifters underground will grab us Strip us to the bone and bind us