Loaded tongue and dirty fingers   Queen of her mother's house   Come step outside feeling full moon high   Let's see what we can live without      Fix an eye to the dimestore villain   Waiting for the wine to pour   It comes strong and thin and it tastes like sin   The love we've all been in before      A million ways to burn   I'm just looking out of this old broke window   And she's taking a turn   I'm looking out of this old broke window   And she's taking a turn      Her body lies like a landscape before you   You're selling your soul by the pound   Got snakeoil in spades for the wolftickets trade   You look but don't see me around      A million ways to burn   I'm just standing here on this old street corner   And she's taking a turn   I'm standing here on this old street corner   And she's taking a turn