Black Molly

Black mollies in the aquarium,

Darting back and forth as though an earthquake were certain

And I, turned up the heater

And I ripped off my shirt

And I grabbed hold of my stereo

And I threw it out the window

You were in town again

You'd come around again

You were dragging me down again with you

Siamese fish flashing like sparklers

It started to rain

And the telephone rang a couple of times

I put a bullet through its cold dead brain

And I got out my photographs of you

And I put bullets though all of them too

You were in town again

You'd come around again

You were dragging me down again with you

Yeah