Halfway Down - Screaming Females

Down by the corner, half back hotel

I spoke with murder, I spoke with hell

I pulled the peach pit, I stirred the way

How do you do it the modern way?

Halfway down the stairs is where I tend to sit

I coast the north and south chewing at the bit

I’m nursing on the bill and scraping at the hide

Everybody knows that I lied

She had no pain, she saw the queen

Zipped up his pants, what does it mean?

Trouble at home, trouble abroad

A stuffy room with no crowd at all

Halfway down the stairs is where I tend to sit

I coast the north and south chewing at the bit

I’m nursing on the bill and scraping at the hide

Everybody knows that I lied