Desire - Shark Week

I said I’m Leaving, on a midnight train

You got the news that your good man’s gone, and you won’t find him again

He’s got his big blue eyes, and his long dark hair

Check the papers for the lost and the found but you won’t find him there

You might wanna pack up now honey…

I know that you’re a prima-ballerina, just a little more than half past dead

You’re more than just a little sentimental when the drugs ain’t made it to your

head

Desire, ain’t your streetcar

Fire, honey, ain’t your dish

I’m afraid you noticed it, you’re just a kid

You might wanna back up a little honey if you knew just what I did

Where’d your good man go?

Well, perhaps he’s dead

Walk into the river with rocks in your pockets, and your good man running

through your head

Where could he go?

Where could he be?

Use the hounds, track the lamb, you aint ever gonna find me

you might wanna pack up now honey…