They served me poison to drink. They served me poison, I poured it down the sink; they knew me better than that. I hid my awful thoughts. I snuck around with bloody eyes but I got caught. Oh, please, you know me! Somebody called the police. When they caught wind, they put me on a leash; they paraded me out here. They said “Iʼll make a lesson of you. Iʼll show the children the things they shouldnʼt do. Oh, their parents will thank you!” Saint Vincent, you had better cut me off; people around here sure know how to talk. They saw my swollen, crooked hands; they wrote about the broken heart in this broken man. But no one gave a damn. So darling, where are we going to stay? Top of the month is still a week away. Keep us warm, Saint Vincent. Saint Vincent, you had better cut me off; people around here sure know how to talk. People around here, thatʼs how they get off.