D’you think I’ve got a place to chill?
place to smile at scumbags?
“Each and every one of us
Has two halves to their being:
One dark, the other light…” [bad word] off to that [bad word] 

Your men are like the Moon. [bad word] at night
And leave before the dawn.
In places where porters are sobbing
And chimneysweeps dream of ash: 
That’s your [bad word] string.

Drink down to the bottom
While I’m not alone
Howl, musician, howl! 
Bawl, country, bawl!
Your heart is moved by passion
And I’m your [bad word] string!