It's a dangerous garden Swamped with simpletons A bad jangle of dirty silver The nuts and bolts of a pipe-bomb wedding The parade is over Lift that cursed skirt vicious young jackal My confidence is coming Grind the bones to powder Bring the blood to a boil Free hands shouldn't be too careful Grind the bones to powder Bring the blood to a boil Cut-throat tongue and razor Ivory heart, iron lung Keep an ear to the ground You can hear them howling the death-charm Can you hear them marching? Getting drunk to the same song Low and behold My confidence is coming