Cut-Throat-Tongue & Razor

It's a dangerous garden
Swamped with simpletons
A bad jangle of dirty silver
The nuts and bolts of a pipe-bomb wedding
The parade is over
Lift that cursed skirt vicious young jackal
My confidence is coming

Grind the bones to powder
Bring the blood to a boil
Free hands shouldn't be too careful
Cut-throat tongue and razor

Ivory hear, iron lung
Keep an ear to the ground
You can hear them howling the death-charm
Can you hear them marching
Getting drunk to the same song
Low and behold
My confidence is coming.