Listen closely to the warnings
On the lables which forbade
Us from entering and frowning
When the end came to distaste

And the Earth keeps spinning slowly
As we turn off our lights
God forbid a man enjoys it
All this coarse and frilly fright

Like a trolley from the problem
You keep thudding down the rails
Bringing misery and gruesome
Fearsome, barren lack of space

So delirious in rummage
You keep babbling about rights
What are your rights, puny pumpkin?
You're my sweetheart, nothing much.