Black Canal

Have another beer boy, take it with a pinch of snuff And my eyes were bedazzled, by the jewels in his silken cuff and a voice rolled out from an ashen cloud from behind a long cigar Son, you'll never need to smell the black canal It was as if he'd read my mind, as if he expected it and, as the afternoon was wasted, I became aware I was becoming wrapped up in his world I became aware of the smell from the bouquet in his buttonhole It was taking me away from the canal and away from my questions I was aware that the perfumes were all around us And he sold me the city, well at least he tried to with all his stories All the silks out of China And all the satins out of Spain All the powders for your noses will keep the stench at bay Have another beer boy, take it with a pinch of snuff Your eyes will be bedazzled, by the jewels in my scented cuff And a voice rolled out from an ashen cloud from behind a long cigar Son, you'll never need to smell this black canal And my world was spinnin', my head was awash with this promises and his beer And I looked up as he reached down and snorted the flower in his buttonhole