Tigers Are Better-Looking Lyrics

The streets they sweat a cold yellow slime

Of hostile people demanding your time

She's the perfect woman

She sings and plays the harp

She has satin skin, silk hair

Velvet eyes and a sawdust heart

I'd give anything to say one word to her

But O what would I say

Call her a tiger

Only, tigers are better-looking, aren't they

She looks at me smiling

I know what she thinks

That I'm getting to look old

That I drink

I say, I hope there's another war

I'm tired of this living

I don't want to live anymore

I'd give anything to say one word to her

But O what would I say

Call her a tiger

Only, tigers are better-looking, aren't they

One day, I shall take a hammer from the folds of my dark cloak

And I will crack her little skull like an eggshell spilling out yolk

One day, this fierce wolf that walks at my side

Will rip her abominable guts out and she will die

I'd give anything to say one word to her

But O what would I say

Call her a tiger

Only, tigers are better-looking, aren't they