Down the street on one legnA major with a mouthnIs standing on a corner near a train to somewhere SouthnHe whistles when he speaks, it's the only time he doesnA petty two-bit thief always in and out of lovenHis eyes are bloody rednIt's part of his routinenHome for Sunday dinner with a widow from beneathnA silver serpent tonguenA face made for a mother's lovenA murder in his pocket with no skin to cover upnn(Ride, he rides)nn(Two-bit thief)nn(Train down South)nn(Serpent tongue)