Amphetamine Annie-Dog
Has her leash and a face
Her velvet spleen, her shackle spine
Her diamond curse, [bad word] with mine

vessel she, for violent I
Confession arms awake
Mine, mine, you were always mine
Possessed by my taste

And below the angel dog [bad word] her hair and sings her psalms
The bombs go off, she doesn't notice
It all goes wrong, she sets things tragic
She is Venus, she is Mars
She's electric, and the [bad word] of

Upon my face we leave no trace
But in her stomach mercury aged

She holds the blood, she carves the knives
She digs the wives in our babies

Amphetamine Annie-Dog
Pulls her trash and her stories
From place to place, and bed to bed
Gives of herself and the magnet head

Another floor, another ceiling
Counting stairs with double meanings

Is it wrong to swallow whole?
To disappear in her?
To give her the priceless peace
Of giving up control?

We tumble out into the streets
And Annie-Dog, she drags her leash
Pretty face, ugly mouth
Bitter bred and so released

And by the no, and by the yes
Annie goes if you couldn't guess