Well the night was deep and the night was dark. And I was at the old dance-hall on the edge of town. Some big ceremony was going down. Dancers writhed and squirmed and then. Came apart and then writhed again. Like squirming flies on a pin. In the heat and in the din. Yes in the heat and in the din. I fell to thinking about brand new wife of mad John Finn. Well midnite came and clock did strike. And in she came did John Finn's wife. With legs like scissors and butcher's knives. A tattooed breast and flaming eyes. And a crimson carnation in her teeth. Carving her way through the dance floor. And I'm standing over by the bandstand. Every eye gaping on John Finn's wife. Yeah every eye gaping on John Finn's wife. Now John Finn's wife was something of a mystery. In a town where to share a sworn secret was a solemn duty. I had brass knuckles and a bolo knife. Over near the bandstand with John Finn's wife. She got perfumed breasts and raven hair. Sprinkled with wedding confettis. And a gang of garrotters were all giving me stares. Armed as they were with machetes. And the night through the window was full of lights. Winking and awatching at John Finns' wife. Winking and awatching at John Finns' wife. Next came the cops all out on the town. But it don't look like no trouble there. As they head for the bar in their lumpy suits. And I slip my hand between the thighs of John Finn's wife. And they seemed to yawn awake her things. It was a warm and very ferocious night. The moon full of blood and light. And my eyes grew small and my eyes grew tight. As I plotted in the ear of John Finns' wife. Enter John Finn in his shrunken suit. With his quick black eyes and black.