And I will go to the pizza place
where the sleeping harlot waits,
when my eyes go hot and full of
A man emerges from beneath the stairs
When the snowflakes start falling from the sky
A small bird wheels and jackknifes
far down the horizon
They’re going to take it away from me.
Wheres the lady
the ringmaster chimes
Three times over
until the end of time.
This is what the Rathskellar is like
gaping and terrible
everyone was so friendly.
So you grew up here?