Jackie Three

For each little bit of you, if anyone enquires, we won’t give a clue, life isn't a trombone, you play in a choir, why should they 'phone, your small cup of ruin, is brighter than fire, it’ll get you in tune, you know you may know, this poisoned desire, that twists you along, don’t ask for truth, say who's for hire, you’ll find out soon enough, if someone moans, and then expires, study their bones, down on the avenue, sing on the wire, always pay your dues, you're a straight flyer.