Words of power are killing me

While the sun displays its teeth

All mockery is laughing

All violence is cheap

She said,

"These are my guns

These are my furs

This is my living room

You can play with me there sometimes

If you catch me in the mood"

Savage

Savage

Savage

You savage

She said,

"I have this unhappiness

To wear around my neck

It's a pretty piece of jewellery

To show what I protect"

She said,

"Everything is fiction

All cynic to the bone

So don't ask me to stay with you

Don't ask to see me home"

Savage

Savage

Savage

You savage