I'm drunk on altar wine and punch drunk with regret,nThere's torchlight in the wood but they haven’t found me yet,n“There's room for one more soul in Hell,” said the scarecrow in the Batman mask,nShe was tugging at her hemline as she walked into the barnBut she didn't care how high it rode as she climbed into my car,nYou look like Kim Novak, I said. But by then she was already deadnnI picked up this lawyer's wife, bought her moussaka and a rose,nI said I have a room where I could kneel and suck your toesnThen I held a pillow to her face but with tears in my eyes,nDawn broke as I drove her out to Strawberry Valley,nAnd a low and frightened morning sun lay trembling in a treennI took a long pull on my flasknThere's no forgiveness so I won't even asknnThe lift wheezes as it climbs, the nurse is coming with my dose,nHe has a hitman's eyes, I don't let him get too closennI'm watching a guy close by the hospital wall, beating a punch bag to a hip-hop tunennI asked the lady doctor to invite me 'round her placenSo I could lick off that anti-aging cream she rubs into her facennThere’s a bird back at my window again, drinking from a saucer of rain