fun for an hour til the hour's gone
 can one trick nights feed 40 days?
 in my bed at the break of dawn
 she shivered like a vein slashed bright and new
 
 she's got the radio active and it makes me feel ok (i don't feel ok) 
 
 grip-force the vials and strip the locks
 smash the set & slash the beds
 and when it looks life a wife's ex-plot
 we'll cover all the rugs with cheap perfume
 
 she's got the radio active and it makes me feel ok (i don't feel ok) 
 like a docent's lisp, like a damsel's spit, like a dry gin's twist (of lime)
 like a poor droll sir, like a pike's dull spurs, like a pastor's flock (of sheep)