A dusky sky Coaxed and cried Face stuck to glass Like remains of a fly Chose To grope on the thighs Of those who deny you Deny, deny Deny, deny Toss me to the waters That shimmer with gaslights Tire sparks in the street I'm left in the fumes Of a guilty machine I wish i could pity you O blistered brother of the south The air you've swallowed Has dried out your pouting mouth And you'll surely get the bends If you don't get out With two tied ankles Well do you see now? Insecure Just as much As I B elieved you were