there's a story on a thimble
on a dimple, on a pea
and it's absolutely true until the end
when they pan out in the titles
we can see you're still alive
and the maitre'd is not your special friend
there's a road in a wrong place
twice as far out
and a bitch on a bridge
yeh the bridge was a bitch
with a heavenly drawn out roll of her lips
she undid the straps and smiled
that man will not hang
that man he will never hang