| Amphetamine Annie-Dog | 
| Has her leash and a face | 
| Her velvet spleen | 
| Her shackle spine | 
| Her diamond curse | 
| It comes with mine | 
| A vessel she for violent I | 
| Confession arms a wake | 
| Mine, mine, you were always mine | 
| Possessed by my taste | 
| And below, the angel dog | 
| Combs her hair and sings her psalms | 
| The bombs go off, she doesn’t notice | 
| It all goes wrong, she sets things tragic | 
| She is Venus, she is Mars | 
| She’s electric, and the struggle of | 
| Upon her face, we leave no trace | 
| But in her stomach, mercury aged | 
| She holds the blood | 
| She carves the knives | 
| She tapes the wires in our babies | 
| Amphetamine Annie-Dog | 
| Pulls her trash and her stories | 
| From place to place, and bed to bed | 
| Gives of herself and the magnet head | 
| Another floor, another ceiling | 
| Counting stars with double meanings | 
| Is it wrong to be swallowed whole? | 
| To disappear in her? | 
| To give to her the priceless peace | 
| Of giving up control? | 
| We tumble out into the streets | 
| And Annie-Dog, she drags her leash | 
| Pretty face, ugly mouth | 
| Bitter bred and so released | 
| And by the no, and in the yes | 
| Annie goes, if you couldn’t guess | 
| A simple man, a sycophant | 
| Her elephant with the laughing call | 
| She wants clean sheets, and fresh flowers | 
| And dental shots, and the Hong Kong glue | 
| Amphetamine Annie-Dog | 
| Has her leash and a face |