The air is turning cold outside   It's a rabbi in a brothel for the third time   The gold tooth of a broken man   A white glove in a purse down at the bottom of the sea      The day is turning dark outside   All aspiration face down in the street   A pro in the alley with a red-moon sky   The last drag of patience on a celibate cigar      The light is getting hot inside   It's a butcher in the slaughterhouse smiling   A mule with a razor and a swagger in his step   Ratboy in the corner taking a leak against the wall      My heart is turning black inside   Stealing from the army shaking bells at the door   A hand in a bucket of creosote   Rusty junkyard nails sticking straight up through the floor      The breath has gone away from this house   It's a dog in the car in the winter   A hotel window in a hurricane   A furnace exploding down in the cellar, by the jars      My dream will come back to this house   It's a kid who refuses to shut up   A sheep dog playing with 84 bones   A fast, red Ferrari in a sixteen-car garage      Let me keep my gold tooth   Let me keep my gold tooth