Well Pale Face said
To the Eyeball Kid
She just goes clank and boom and steam.
A halo, wings, horns and a tail
Shoveling coal inside my dreams.
There are no laws,
She's made of cream,
She's such a scream.

Qui bon tres bien, nails in cement,
A Donnie gal from mortal clay.
The plow is red
The well is full inside.

The dollhouse of her skull.
A cheetah coat fills up with steam
She's such a scream.

All crooked lines
Her fireplace
A milktrain so clean
Machine gun haste
You'll ride the only wall of shame
And drag that chain across the state
Her lips are red
She is the queen
She's such a scream

- Tom Waits