down by the corner half back hotel i spoke with murder i spoke with hell i pulled the peach pit i stirred the way how do you do it the modern way? halfway down the stairs is where i tend to sit i coast the north and south chewing at the bit i'm nursing on the bill and scraping at the hide everybody knows that i lied she had no pain she saw the queen zipped up his pants what does it mean? trouble at home trouble abroad a stuffy room with no crowd at all