Pip 1:
Smokey Joe, you're calling at the station,
"If I kill him, there a complication"
I did not ask for this
"Oh, but, love - yes you did"

Maybe it terrifies me, this quiet stage
Maybe it terrifeis me.

Pip 2:
It's too easy
It's too easy
To wish you harm
It's too easy
You through black ice
At the bottom of the river

Pip 1:
Smokey Joe, hey what's a revelation?
"That one's past is not a destination
It is a road for fools
Who need empty approvals"

Pip 2:
My dark twin
The annihilating Feminine
Does not need civilizing

Pip 1:
Smokey Joe, hey can you pass me the pipe
"You have been blessed now go be wise
It is a coward who will say he's not afraid
Of dying when clearly he is potently alive"

Pip 2:
A songless robin, she became
He stole me sister, Clitorides
These silken rubber gloves
Choking his vitriolic tongue

Pips 1 and 2:
Smokey Joe is calling at the station
Calling at the station