text: Theyre lining up to mad dog your tilt-a-whirl
  Three shots for a dollar, win a real live doll
  All the lies that you tell, I believe them so well
  Take them back, take them back to your red house
  For that fearful leap into the dark
  Oh well, I did my time in the jail of your arms
  Now Ophelia wants to know where she should turn
  Tell me, what did you do? What did you do the last time?
  Why dont you do that?
  Well, go on ahead and take this the wrong way
  Times not your friend
  Do you cry? Do you pray? Do you wish them away?
  Are you still leaving nothing but bones in the way?
  Did you bury the carnival with the lions and all?
  Excuse me while I sharpen my nails
  And just who are you? Who are you this time?
  You look rather tired, are you pretending to love?
  Well, I hear that it pays well
  How do your pistol and your Bible and your sleeping pills go?
  Are you still jumping out of windows in expensive clothes?
  Well I fell in love with your sailors mouth and your wounded eyes
  You better get down on the floor
  Dont you know this is war?
  Tell me who are you this time?
  Tell me who are you this time?