Jacqui's crying,

While the lucid blood pours

along the floor,

like a snake it slithers

and chokes the cracks

all the subtle flaws

of the town.

Jacqui's crying,

while the fan blows white cloths

with it's subtle breath,

out the window

and the fan blows secrets

while the moonlight jests,

out the window

and the floor bleeds the stale blood,

the flaws cannot be concealed,

of the town.

Jacqui cries,

And the doors stand loose,

And the body darkens

While the head of a jackal

tries to roar puppet shows

In the light of the moon,

And the knights march in,

With their plastic guns

That were shined in

A factory somewhere

In China,

In a sweatbox,

Somewhere in China,

Oh, Jacqui yells,

That a gun killed the man,

And Jacqui cries,

While the fan spins

Her hair like a monster.

(She says that

No good can be done,

Blood is already won,

In the town).