He was waiting on the corner for the Cadialac car Silver earrings on the dashboard with aluminium scars Only fire in his throat when sees her hand With a poison cloud of smoke and a bikini tan Got the husher on the clock in case the whole thing goes loud Not a shutter in the building no familiar crowd Only standing in the night with his breath on check She was listening with a knife hidden under her chest And she goes dining after sun with her friends in the park Golden tattoo on her leg of a killer white shark She's sees a figure floating gives it the stare What an anaconda swing for a quarry to wear Oh He was thinking of the promises made to the prayer His finger on the blade of material air All the creeping through the alleys with envious eye There were people watching TV in the room beside He thinks he sees her crawling out of his space His guts amongst the wall with a smirk on his face Tailed for days above the radar eating food out a can Keeps a silver plated razor at the base of her bookstand and She goes to class with her head in her throat Leaving sketches on the walls of the words that he wrote His name in ink on the sole of her shoes Not another mis-conductor of the plum purple bruise Her soft shell skin sitting pale in the night See her beaming through the curtains with a falsetto light He took a turn down a comfortable road Silver demons in the barrel of gun that he holds Like a dog calling running in the dead of night Every call every wanting to be on her side Broke the mirror where he with his found her on the floor Wiped the blood boiling of his hand-led it at the door Like a dog calling, running in the dead of night Every call, every wanting to be on her side Broke the mirror where he with his found her on the floor Wiped the blood boiling of his hand-led it at the door She goes to class with her head in her throat Leaving sketches on the walls of the words that he wrote His name in ink on the sole of her shoes Not another mis-conductor of the plum purple bruise Her soft shell skin sitting pale in the night See her beaming through the curtains with a falsetto light He took a turn down a comfortable road Silver demons in the barrel of gun that he holds