she cries diamond tears 
from the bloody mezzanine 
she’s wringing her porcelain hands 
God knows where she wants to be 

come on, come on, come on 

she swings from chandeliers 
two-step on the parquet floor 
she’s wringing every drop 
preacher winks at the broken back door 

come on, come on, come on 

mmm... red rhythm in blood 
the way the hips sway, the lips fray 
answers the flood 

she arms bombardiers 
sky-high above molten flack 
she’s raining death from above 
God willing, she won’t go back