Torn between the lure of a belly-full existence,nIn the candlelight, within my lover's arms,nWhere all is safe and all is well and all is warm.nAnd then the stifling head, upon the sleeping streets,nWhere children go down without a trace,nIn rows of ten, with gappy teeth and their beautiful faces.nnAnd I can fetch me an axe and I can fell me a tree,nAnd you can take a pan of sand but I can carry threenI can flick you pennies, if you'll only laugh for me,nIt keeps you young and it keeps you free, they said.nWhen you're walking a thin line between the quick and the dead.nnI have sat like stone, buried in my riches,nAnd I've got two amazing diamonds where my eyes should benAnd I've got strips of sterling silver for a tongue.nAnd I never stand to protest or shout against injustice,nCos my arse is made of marble and I've got lead instead of lungs,nI am a stunning work of are, I should be hung.nnAnd they dance on grand pianos in a honey sweet hotel,nIn my mind entrenched a wave of sense my skin remembers still.nAnd with an automatic flash I've brought them half-way round the worldnAnd they're camping in my garden of remembrance.nnAnd I can fetch me an axe and I can fell me a tree,nAnd you can take a pan of sand but I can carry threenI can flick you pennies, if you'll only laugh for me,nIt keeps you young and it keeps you free, they said.nWhen you're walking a thin line between the quick and the dead.