Black mollies in the aquarium, Darting back and forth as though an earthquake were certain And I, turned up the heater And I ripped off my shirt And I grabbed hold of my stereo And I threw it out the window You were in town again You'd come around again You were dragging me down again with you Siamese fish flashing like sparklers
It started to rain And the telephone rang a couple of times I put a bullet through its cold dead brain And I got out my photographs of you And I put bullets though all of them too You were in town again You'd come around again You were dragging me down again with you Yeah