[Verse 2: Bender] Got the hangman behind me trying to stump him on the last letter Bad weather dog day afternoon black leather Shorty got a coat-hanger hope she's trying to steal a car Face drained of color like a silver star in a film noir Light pollution dimmed the galaxy to half a watt Walking with Occam's razor pondering the path we lost Air clouded smog envelop us the kids asleep Empty warehouses exoskeletons of industry Collapsing ceiling low rise abandoned building He just lamps and chills feels like Maximilian at the Hilton She said his tab's a bill he ain't got half a shilling So he's climbing out that window 'fore that pimp comes back to k** him Panic stricken on the transit system Conductor acid tripping having visions made a rash decision The merry-go-rounds on top of burial grounds And we swept under the rug And kept it hush but that's the land we live in Some old socialite barring her teeth Very petit out of fashion 90s herion chic glaring at me Paranoid convinced that I was following She s**ed her diamond ring off and swallowed it