She shimmers like the surface of a swimming pool   Staring out of blue horizon eyes   She's flippin' through the pages of the interview   Her fingernails are diamond white   She winces at the passing of a careless thought   Of butchered bodies in the morgue   And then she shakes her hair across her eyes   Like a closed blonde door   The crime wasn't low self-esteemed this time, they joked   As they loaded in the back door for a couple of stiffs   Up on Skyline Drive   A pastel sunset colored the sky, the city below them   He points down to the place that he lives from   Up on Skyline Drive   Marble furniture the color of toothpaste   She sits beside the pool out in the sun   Teabag floats as if an astronaut in space   And menstruates in a silver cup   Sentry system picking up a bearded man   He's muttering under his breath   Up in the helicopter cameras roll as he's shot to death