Oh I bled on the bed from a wound in my head on the night before I sent this welling with dread from the things that were said in the boardroom that left me defenseless. And though you weren't there I could still feel you stare and your voice it rang cold and contemptuous. So forgive me this morning if I should fall worn in the arms of the lethal temptress. At a nightclub engagement you sang on the stage in a voice that was broken and tuneless; still it's better to work than to beg like a jerk for the kinds of things we all find useless. And Hell hath no fury and dear I'm not worried. I will see to my eternal penance. Just one more glass of gin before I crawl back in to the arms of the lethal temptress. So you frighten the ghost town and ground them all down, til one day you'd reach a consensus. And I know from your verse you put America the first and all others you simply beat senseless. And to worship like this is to honour the fist and to conjure what's cruel and licentious. And I don't know what's fair and I really don't care in the arms of the lethal temptress. And I won't place a bet but I knew when we met that one day we'd come to regret this. And that what once was love can turn quickly enough into something so hard and contemptuous. And Hell hath no fury and Death is no jury our love's ended before I commence this but for one final sin you won't see me again in the arms of the lethal temptress. But for one final sin you won't see me again in the arms of the lethal temptress.