Punches And Knives

The sound of new machines
 Over the junkyard
 Ease him into sleep
 A bullet to the brain
 Means that he drunk hard
 Looking for the deep
 A stranger he now knows
 To be a countess
 Wakes him with a start
 And asks please take me home
 To Daddy's address
 You can have my heart
 A stranger he now knows
 To be unstable
 Writhes with need and fears
 A look of pure dirt
 Across the table
 Even so he hears
 The alarm in his head
 Moving into the red
 Sounding like punches and knives
 Hear the voices, they cry
 It's likely you'll die
 Pounded by punches and knives
 The lady did not show
 Her recognition
 Of his firm replies
 Just took control and moved
 Into position
 Sparks in magnet eyes
 So with one simple no
 It's the green light to go
 What if the answer was so
 A week's loving quite dark
 And out goes the spark
 Then she'd have finished with me
 A stare he could see now
 May signal violence
 Should he make a move
 A sweetly pleading smile
 Prompts only silence
 Got no point to prove
 A stare he could now see
 Went quite a distance
 Hiding make-up tears
 With loud and knowing tones
 Of dark insistence
 This is what he hears