Your clothes in the kitchen
The socks on your feet
They dry in the oven
Your blood's in the sink
It's my checkered shirt unbuttoned
She's bearing it all
My belt wrapped around her neck
She hangs in the hall
Before and after
The pictures of laughter
The sound of your high heels
As they scrape off the stool
And down, down, down
Down you fall
But don't, don't, don't
Don't we all?
I stumbled upon you
and I cleaned up the mess
I cut off your pale toes
And I threw away the rest
It's just sweat that's on my brow
But blood's on my hands
We painted the town red
And fucked all our friends
Before and after
The pictures of laughter
The sound of my cold hands
As they reach for my gun
And down, down, down
Down I fall
But don't, don't, don't
Don't we all?