What can you buy on a streetcar named desire?
What can you buy for hapenny-pence?
God damn, do I ever miss you,
The charcoals of my innocence.

Fleeting promise and sleeting rain,
we never said goodbye
with dynamite between your teeth,
and rifle pointed high.

A marksman of a thousand yards,
that sick Cupid on his sinew bow
Love's undead draught, a thousand miles
So I can fall down at your do'r.

And if one piece of me just makes it,
with blood pumped from my heart
I can stop turning in this grave,
deathgrip to rest off the 'lumbus chart.

Should I lose my other eye, 
and live just with my hands
here's to feelin' you, babe,
be my eyes forever
bone to bone
to sand.