Slack in the jawnGlints like glassnSee-sawnThat's allnnCrack in the jawnClicks like brassnHee-hawnIt's allnnBoynWho wants to knowsnAnd the crème-de-siecle flowsnSwells up through the intersticesnGrab the gun and grip the Mrs.nnBlack little lawsnSo much printnToo smallnThat's all