Kicking Up the Sawdust

He rips
He moves
My little play thing, my little plaything
My model[?]
With the eyes of a lynx
And the body of the night
With a [?] thirst
I've got blood in my throat
They mouth at me
And I mouth back: "He rips!"
My little plaything
With the eyes of a lynx
Scratching old wounds with broken nails
Scratching old wounds with broken nails
I've got din in my ears
With the eyes of a lynx
He rips
I've got blood
I've got blood in my throat
I've got din in my ears
It clamors in my ears
In the body of the night
The eyes of a lynx
My little plaything
My little plaything
My model, my model[?]
He rips
He moves
In the body of the night
With a [?] thirst
I've got blood in my throat
I've got din in my ears
A smile that lies
A smile that falters
Eyes that speak
Teeth that glint
Looks that boil
He...
My little plaything
...moves
I've blood in my throat
And din in my ears
In the body of the night
They mouth at me and I mouth back
Scratching old wounds with broken nails
[?]
I've got din in my ears
With the eyes of a lynx
He rips
He moves
My little plaything
It clamors in my ears
A smile that lies
A smile that falters
Eyes that speak
Teeth that glint
Looks that boil
I've blood in my throat
I've got din in my ears
They mouth at me, and I mouth back:
"He chews"
The eyes of a lynx
With a [?] I thirst
In the body of the night
I've got blood in my throat
I've got din in my ears
He rips
The eyes of a lynx
It clamors in my ears
A smile that lies
A smile that falters
Eyes that speak
Teeth that glint
Looks that boil
He rips
My...little...play...thing
My...little...plaything
Come on
The eyes of a lynx
In the body of the night
With a [?] I thirst
I've got blood in my
Throat
They Moth at me and I mouth back:
"He rips
He moves"
A smile that lies
A smile that falters
Eyes that speak
Teeth that glint
Looks!