Hell! sang the young minstrel, hang tightly to your purses!
Bitter winter on this blonde city and utter curses!
The song ended and the onlookers did roar
Were I sincere, you bet Id hear
A knock upon the door
Hell! went the Muse, intent, you take me for granted!
Youve made me a harlot, if I may be candid!
The label dropped her, not before they shopped her in a bidding war
Were I sincere, you bet Id hear
A knock upon the door
The tired minstrel, leaving town, heard the Muses weeping
He turned up the Elvis tape in his grey car, creeping
Sex and Death! Was I not the breadth among the two? she poured
Were you sincere, I bet youd hear
my knock upon your door!
He said, Dear Muse, Come here! Need a lift somewhere?
Youve got the wrong man, I was only kidding back there.
I worship you! Forgive me for behaving like such a boor.
I am sincere: I hope to hear
Your knock upon my door!
The Causeless Cause of Flawless Flaws has video on you. She scorned.
Evidence, in none defense, should I have you burned, deformed.
Hey! Hell is real and so will be your sores!
Heck with sincere, hark, I hear
A knock upon the door.
The derisive Muse said, your therapy isnt working, is it?
Memphis huckster-Hitler-hustler! Arent you a Clear yet?
Always brooding the meaning of sex, pretending to be poor.
Klock is here! Hark, I hear
A knock upon the door.
His head throbbed under her voice, ubiquitous and soft
Beads streamed from his hair, soaking his black t-shirts cloth
gut feeling was to leave her words on the cutting-room floor
He thought, If I stay here, Ill never hear
That knock upon the door
Muse, exhausted, peered the accosted, her hand on her abdomen
A human voice to her songs, she could not condemn
Because of a communion they had had of yore
The blessed day is near, soon theyll hear
A knock upon the door