Spark

The sound of new machines 
  Over the junkyard 
  Ease him into sleep 
  A bullet to the brain 
  Means that he drunk hard 
  Looking for the deep 

  A stranger he now knows 
  To be a countess 
  Wakes him with a start 
  And asks please take me home 
  To Daddy's address 
  You can have my heart 

  A stranger he now knows 
  To be unstable 
  Writhes with need and fears 
  A look of pure dirt 
  Across the table 
  Even so he hears 

  The alarm in his head 
  Moving into the red 
  Sounding like punches and knives 

  Hear the voices, they cry 
  It's likely you'll die 
  Pounded by punches and knives 

  The lady did not show 
  Her recognition 
  Of his firm replies 
  Just took control and moved 
  Into position 
  Sparks in magnet eyes 

  So with one simple no 
  It's the green light to go 
  What if the answer was so 
  A week's loving quite dark 
  And out goes the spark 
  Then she'd have finished with me 

  A stare he could see now 
  May signal violence 
  Should he make a move 
  A sweetly pleading smile 
  Prompts only silence 
  Got no point to prove 
  A stare he could now see 
  Went quite a distance 

  Hiding make-up tears 
  With loud and knowing tones 
  Of dark insistence 
  This is what he hears