Pink Stainless Tail

Lyrics

I will not talk of dead men's rooms and tombs
Oh, they always bother me
But then ride over every Roy and Dale
Yes, I know you tell a pink stainless tale
The first stroke of twelve sounds like exactly what
Two rodents sneaking through a — a trapdoor shut
And though nothing will ever be quite like the Holy Grail
I know that you will always tell a pink stainless tale
Red days follow red and green, green
Sometimes it makes me think of you as Mother Queen
And I sit and I wait for all my mail
Hearing you repeat the pink stainless tale
Seven guests are quiet now, and none are half so much
The only thing that I can think is how it feels to touch
Your creamy self as you continue without fail, in that veil
You speak soft of a black pink stainless tail