You come on like gangbusters laying it thick
Arboreal sleat stacks(?) lost in the sticks
It's warm for a witch trial
Don't you agree?
Cold are the hands that would ever touch me
You got the energy of a classic creep
With sex vibe for miles and shark eyes asleep
No intuition
No need to sleuth
Poor is the man who would sully my youth
A one-minute story is all that you are
A song undeveloped beyond the first bar
For all of your hassle
What did you win?
Woe is the man with the 
Cheshire Cat grin
You criticise life
You criticise pain
You criticise situations you've never been in
The dames with the dilettantes
Will come soon enough
All rightThe panic is leakingthrough every clear pore
Your enema's weakenedacetylene torch(?)
Surrender the crucifix
On the scorbutic rocks alright
AlrightI'm in love with the people
I'm in love with a saint
I'm in love with a soldier
From Baltimore
Baltimore