See the dogs in the clearing
They bare their teeth for some meat
If it's a question of violence
You'll bend your knees in defeat
Please put the air back in my lungs
You had that grin, you had that swagger
Now you know your place
Pretty houses in silver
They beckon fools here to fail
You think a lost tribe is noble?
I dragged my heels so we wouldn't ever meet
But Oh Lord
Know that the pain in your heart
It pleases me
Now you pray
They build a fire
And it burns hot enough
To consume your mistakes
Oh that Caribbean beauty
She worked your fucked-up sense of duty
A dirty flag in the sun
Now you're back to where you started.
And your flamingos are flying
Out to that bank-robber's haven.
You're all junk bonds and cheap stocks
Now I see you on the fringes.
They call me Mr. Mandible.
I snatch the jaws off the jaws
They say I'm somewhat intangible
I'll bring the fog to your dirty little street.
You once had beauty, you once had grace
Now you pay me tribute.
But know the pain in your hearts
It leads back to me.