Smokey Joe

Smokey Joe, you're calling at the station
 "If I kill him, there are complications"
 I did not ask for this
 "Oh, but, love, yes, you did"
 Maybe it terrifies me (it's too, too easy)
 It's too easy
 This quiet siege (it's too, too easy)
 To wish you harm
 Maybe it terrifies me
 You threw black ice at the bottom of the river
 Smokey Joe, hey, what's a revelation? (my dark twin, the annihilating feminine)
 "That one's past is not a destination (does not need civilizing)
 It is a road for fools who need empty approvals"
 Maybe it terrifies me (it's too, too easy)
 It's too easy
 This quiet siege (it's too, too easy)
 To wish you harm
 Maybe it terrifies me
 You threw black ice at the bottom of the river
 Smokey Joe, hey, can you pass the pipe? (a song-less robin, she became)
 You have been blessed, now go be wise (he stole my sister, Clitorides)
 "It is a coward who'll say he's not afraid (these silken rubber gloves)
 Of dying when clearly he is potently alive" (choking his vitriolic tongue)
 Maybe it terrifies me (it's too, too easy)
 It's too easy
 This quiet siege (It's too, too easy)
 To wish you harm
 Maybe it terrifies me
 It's too easy
 This quiet siege (it's too, too easy)
 You threw black ice at the bottom of the river
 Smokey Joe is calling at the station
 Calling at the station
 Calling at the station