I Pull My Collar Down Low

To Show My Sucking Chest Wound

The Taste Of Apple And Tin

On A Hot Spring Afternoon

A Child Screams In Midair

A Diving Board Springs To Place

My Eyelids Burn With Delight

Can Murder Be Done With Such Grace

And Style, No, No, No!

No No, No No, No No, Way!



Now I'm Face Down In The Yard

I'm Feeling Shaky And Pale

My Nail's Encrusted In Brown

My Big Experiment Failed

The Swingset Swings In The Back

The Chains Are Rusty And Old

The Crossbar Creaks As It Bends

The Seat Is Splintering Now, No, No, No!

No No, No No, No No, Way!!