The furnace burns, the baby turns
She cries when she's hungry
The morning paper will knock the door
To interrupt their slumbers
But are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader's wife?
Does he neglect you?
Crawling bar stools and touching the girls
As you wash their smell from his clothesThey shoot the horses when they're too old to race
(The bull, the bear, the bull) x2
And so, my dear, is there room in bed for me?
(The bear, the bull, the bear, the morning paper will declare)
The setting Sun has etched lines upon this face
(The bull, the bear, the bull) x2
Shades of red of a furious defeat
(The bull, the bear, the bull) x2Are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader's wife?
As he thinks to you:
"I don't know you anymore,
And I can't breathe in this apartment"
Sleep, my Sweetie, let the days expire
They've outnumbered you
Hold me sweetly, like the days we bled with love
A red so deep we sunk
We sunk...
