Stop
In your evening dress
Drowned in a dull burlesque
And a bullet in the head
As the asphalt streets
Pulse to the palsied beats
And bend your broken ear
And we'll trace our names
Chalk on the callous lanes
'til the rain washes away
Tell me all your moth-ridden stories
Drinking binges and soirees
After dark
In Grace Cathedral Park
Precious as pearl
She's perfect in the eyes of the world
If scars make the girl
Then the grifters underground will grab her
Strip her to the bone and bind her
Face to the ground
Nobody can make a sound
If scars make the girl
Then the grifters underground will grab us
Strip us to the bone and bind us

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