Lyrics: Quasar Wut-wut. Enola Gay.

She?s got graves for every hunchback in town
Who would offer their humps up to the Holy of Holies.
Now, you may think that you?re safe in the crowd -
How fast can you run from the galloping Furies?

I?ve seen her waltzing through the war-tattered skies,
Possessed by the drums of the Sanctum Sanctorum.
But when I gaze into those black-market eyes
It makes me wanna give it all up.

I?m okay, I?ve got my head on the ropes now
I?m just a quarter sort of a dime.
And I?m at my knees to the tortuous tease
Thinking it?s time to slow down.

But the statute she reads states that these tricks up my sleeves
Are gonna chew off my arm somehow.
Sr. Androgenous is spindling over
Too brief a description of the sexual organs.

In my confusion I have found my way
To the alter where they play tempestuous games:
I see my darling with her hair up in tangles
Fixing her men with fatal doses and damsels.

And when I gaze into those black-market eyes
It makes me wanna give it all up
I?m okay, I?ve got my head on the ropes now
I?m just a quarter sort of a dime.

And I?m at my knees to the tortuous tease
Thinking it?s time to slow down.
But the statute she reads states that these tricks up my sleeves
Are gonna chew off my arm somehow.

All I wanted was to hold you,
And I?ve waited so long for the day
When I?ll be called into your pale room
Oh, my darling Enola Gay.