Fury In The Slaughterhouse

little Jimmy Watkins wasn't ready
when the winter came
he forgot to order coats so he shivers
just himself to blame
and the marketwifes covered with blankets
I hear them shout in vain,
they try to sell their southern fruits
in the icy rain
slowly comes the wintertime
snowflakes melting on the enginehood
and all the young girls put on their scarfs
before they haunt their neighbourhood
sorry...
so sorry that I'm romantic
hot grey steam out of the drains
I can't see the traffic lights
the smell of cookies and candles
icecold stary skies
snowballs fly around my head
and Linda's laughing bright
the saucy little skater falls on his nose
and cries soon he's outta sight
slowly comes the wintertime
snowflakes melting on the enginehood
and all the young girls put on their scarfs
before they haunt their neighbourhood
sorry...
so sorry that I'm romantic