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  1. Ms. Skittish

From the recording Clutching At Straws

Lyrics

I took the doom train downtown to where the land fell off It was a free fall, taller than a single bound Lower than the lowest low of the black and bluest hole My cape tangled on the flagpole Hung me in my underwear What’s under thereAnd why do you hide your heart?Was it a mood swing?Was it contact sport?Was it a fling?Was it the ring that cut it short?We had a sweet thing, though, didn’t we, Ms. Skittish?I took her yellow belly uptown—I threw the cab fare downShe was a five-foot-nine tall drink o’ runaroundAnd I was nothin’ but her teddy bearPlush and sleazy
Tenderloins and the hip joints are where the pain sets in It’s all a meat trade But cleaned for the supermarket Bolt shock Bones to the stock Sayonara to the hands of the clock I held you up as a sacred cowAnd you kicked meLingerie that SaturdayThen I was out on my crown in the coldI was a good kingBrought her everythingSuffered the stingWe had a sweet thing, you dirty R.A.T.