You should have seen her running through the smoke
Draggin' that Navajo rug

and

I can still feel the eyes of those blue-bellied devils
As I walk around tonight through the concrete and metal

and

You ain't a beauty but hey you're all right

and

Of all the harm that ere I've done
Alas it was to none but me

and

You got me tied down with battleship chains
Fifty foot long and a two-ton anchor

and

I'd rather be lonely, I'd rather die
Six hundred sixty six times