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