Most nights she keeps a very sharp knife   next to a burning stove.   So hot that the water tops off   and she tumbles down onto the floor.      She holds her head in her hands.   What a cruel heaven she must have.      But it's all right   it's all right   it's just a hard old world   and we both know   it's all right.      Her hand grabs a heavy lead pipe   the one that used to let her know   How hard her Daddy could hit   she remembers that on the floor.      Heard the man for mayor   did this thing      so you crossed the street   to let him see      long time since that weekend   fling and he      got to see his old sweetie