Bad Woman
When you left the house this evening,
you said you’d be back in a little while.
But I’ve been waiting for such a long time,
and this waiting is driving me wild.
And while I wait I think about you,
do you need me and I’m not there?
Are you planning to be without me?
Do you have a new affair?
You’re a bad, bad woman.
You’re a bad, bad woman.
Pictures of you keep flashing to my mind.
If you would only call,
if you would be so kind.
Imagine things, I’ve seen another man.
And it’s this waiting I just can’t stand.
You’re a bad, bad woman.
You’re a bad, bad woman.
You’re a bad, bad woman.
You’re a bad, bad woman.
The Death Ramps
(Chanson Instrumentale)
Nettles
He sank into their calculations
And snorted on the stench
Of their arithmetic
Looked for the boy who was hanging his head low
More trophies than ideas, to follow their pretence
Wih a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obedience
And fell in the nettles
Afterwards those spikey whispers said he brought his own rope
And skipped the bits they loathed
Didn’t scramble to find a dock leaf to capture back our hope
To advice his mind has closed
He lost all of his footholes
He was a toothpick!
And the garlic and the cinder upon the path
Had failed to blunt or hinder the slow collapse
Clinging to the doorframe he was dragged
Off to a reminder of where he had been
With a smile in his pocket
And a scowl on his face
There was nowhere to flee
So sat content in the nettles