Down and off in the dirt
The juice starts to pump
Like a fire hydrant
Driving great walls
Of fuck
Into the animal streets

And sunshine never fails to die
In the nightclub muscular throb throb throb
And squeal of pain
While the cat and mouse
Play the cat and mouse game

Waiting for the days of rain
Coming down in buckets of black
Machine-gunning this rickety shack
Cats and mouse and dogs at the door
And when it rains it always pours

She runs in the dark spaces
She pounces and chases
And grins spread on three faces
Hers and mine and the evil behind