She is begging, for her pardon She's guessing that it's All part of the game She is thinking, of words to part on Little does she know She's begging for her name It's the house on the corner With the shutters painted red They might strip this cycle clean But keep circling instead She is smashing the light out Succumbing to the lesions of desire Circle the wagons, pa** the guns out Fetch your horses men This gun's for hire (she's gonna fire) Chorus An eye for an eye, these samurais- Each at the ready Neither to be the first to flinch- Steady – steady He is leaving, the door open She is calling out his name Just like a man, he revs the engine She wonders why He always leaves the same way (and if he ever came) Chorus