"'Moo-hoo-hoo-ha-ha-ha,' came the long, hollow, sepulchral sound of triumphant Dr. Sax's profound and hidden laughter [...] in the [bad word] exciting dark shadows of Saturday Night"

O deadly death
I lay and long for you
I hold my breath
In darkened rooms

And no one shows
Me how to live
Quite like the threat
Of deadly death

O razor thrills
you sing my arms to life
O parent pills
I'm too alive

And no one knows
How good it feels
 [bad word] so close
To one so real
 [bad word] so close

When I get low
And can't forget
There's always you
There's always one thing left
There's always death

O lovely life
I think I know your worth
For one hundred nights
You've done your worst

You've let me know
The awful thirst
Along your blade
On loose [bad word] 

I found my way
I found my way
I found my way
I found my way