Thinnest lips, blue and white
With the scent of Demerol above
It would stink, it would cry
Touching all extremities with lice
Oh, sweet babe
Don’t cry
Oh, sweet babe
Don’t cry
An apartment, electric bulb
Passing down the Technicolor boats
On the TV, on the show
In the hall of ugliness and love
She would see it, comin out
While she cooked the rainbow trout
Forced its head down to the flame
Pushed its eyelids up against its brain
Oh it’s quiet
Sing to sleep tonight
Hush, so quiet
You I love, you I love
Oh, sweet babe
Don’t cry
Oh, sweet babe
Don’t cry
As the body shook with pain,
It was thrown again and again
Up against the fissured wall
Covered in the bile of its maw
Stung with insects, real and feigned
It absorbed the scent from all its stain
She would look down, blue and white
Crush its head beneath the carving knife
Oh it’s quiet
Sing to sleep tonight
Hush, so quiet
You I love, you I love