Well Pale Face said
To the Eyeball Kid
She just goes clank and boom and steam
halo, wings, horns and a tail
Shoveling coal inside my dreams
There are no laws
She's made of cream
She's such a scream

Qui bon tres bien, nails in cement
Donnie gal from mortal clay
The plow is red
THe well is full inside
The dollhouse of her skull
cheetah coat fills up with steam
She's such a scream

All crooked lines
Her fireplace
milktrain so clean
Machine gun haste
You'll ride the only wall of shame
And drag that chain across the state
Her lips are red
She is the queen
She's such a scream