Ryhthm of Cruelty

I put your face down on my head

It was something I may have seen in a dream

You're too good looking for your own damn good

You don't know what it could mean

You've got me dying of thirst in the meantime

It even hurts when I scream

You've got me drowning in stew in the meantime

You don't know what it could mean

Here comes in my, my drunken stupor

I have to admire your ingenuity

And I nod my head, oh so wisely

To the rhythm of the black tea

You've got me dying of thirst in the meantime

It even hurts when I scream

You've got me drowning in stew in the meantime

You don't know what it could mean

Because you went and had your prize

And suddenly you can hold your paper true

I don't know how to tell you this

But you've got it coming all the way to you

You don't even know what it could mean

You don't even know what it could mean

I don't know what it could mean

You don't even know what it could mean!