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