(1) Out of Tune

If I see a handsome man,

I want to sing.

Of course if he hits me,

I'll cry.

Why can't we live and let live?

Soon enough we'll die.

(2) Helping Hand

I'll go no more to the glory hole.

No escort more will come to me.

I hear the scythe, the final rush

Of the dark that will set me free.