A butchers grin from ear to ear, no one outside who can hear Don't you think your time has come, I hear Powders melt inside the cup, don't you think she's drunk too much Touch the lips that blueish cold, she's not too old Turn the gas on high speed, shut the windows tightly Wrap the babies safe and warm, I hear Pull the wings off lightly, break the bones politely Don't you think the time has come to raise the line A sweethearts sharpened kiss, twenty-four marks on her breast A lover gasp rings through the might, I hear Pull the wings off lightly, break the bones politely Don't you think the time has come, I hear Powders melt inside the cups, don't you think she's drunk too much Touch the lips that blueish cold, she's not too old Blueish eyes through the earth stare, frozen face without a care Another chance to raise the line, I hear