Gun wears his alcoholism well. Finger in Bottle and swingin' it still. From Bed to Sink and back again. Clock is crawlin' round the same. He's bustin' Clock (he hates its face). Just sittin' and talkin' to Heart and ticks. Talkin' back to Clock in slow and studied kicks. The fears of Gun are the fears of everyone.. . Fingers down the throat of love. Fingers down the throat of love. Fingers down the throat of love. Love! Love!. . Gun does the waltz around the room. Collecting Table and Chairs and Sofa and so on and so on. Gun wears his best blue suit now let's take to the sky. 'We'll go dancin' and eatin' it up. Get a bottle and push it on down'. And let's just beat it up. Transistor radio plays an overwhelmingly sad and lonely song. Saying 'Where she gone? Where she gone?'. The fears of Gun are the fears of everyone.. . Fingers down the throat of love. Fingers down the throat of love. Fingers down the throat of love. Love! Love!.