[Sample: Good Friday- Why?]
Down on my luck, caught unaware like Houdini when the last fist struck
In Chicago
The beltways rise up
On the subway I was small and sized up
By men in the back
With shirts in their teeth
The sound from the tacks
As the slowness [?]
In Chicago
Your nerves were tight and
In Chicago
I was not frightened of you
When you sang
Out your last song to me
And scratched out my name
In blood on your body
In the club
Oh my bare legs glisten
On the couch while i sat and listen to you
As you say "All you do is for me"
And i said "that's one thing we've in common, don't we?"
[Sample]
And Hermes's coming with friends like me
Oh i am not suited for matrimony