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 way      Now i'm face down in the yard   I'm feeling shakey and pale   My nails 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 slpintering   No no no no no no way