Frank Jr.

Have a little powder, my pretty, pretty danger

My pretty little angel, my manger

What’s the matter, why the sighs?

Hard your eyes go when you cry; black as ash and memorise

As all our worst lies return on a siren ship

My cruelest praecox; most demented spark

And death to man and all his friends, so damned his common sense

Drag me back into the fray, and batter me with white-hot indignation

Nothing sticks, then I drag my sorry ass to the water