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A truck driver, second floor roomer, good for next month's rent
A screaming silence fell down three flights and hit the basement
Couldn't last any longer, her getting by life
The jealousy, these others with husbands who still had teeth
Every broad in the building screamed down into her room
Screaming on her to make it, to get her hat
Scraped the wind outside the glowing December slabs
Nailed her against her own desperation
And they had no idea why she split without a fight
All those strikes against her
Like the students there who just came out of prison, giggling
Man, I can't even afford to look with my eyes, funny
But how could I tell him?
Her love had hit me the hardest, with my wife standing inside my skull