black boots   right angles   well that's all she remembers   standing in her sundress   naked underneath   tangled up in his fist   in twisted fantasies   black boots right angles   well that's all i remember   and a little red dress   up above the tavern   hold me up over his head   don't you tell what he did   don't you tell   they said call him uncle well   now he's dead   underneath the table   with a bullet in his heart   on a sunday morning