Amnesia

Her amnesia is under a downpour today
And so the little dog becomes a cruel prophet
They pour their juice there and then they leave
That girl, him, and a tuna

A hole there for a year
No memory... nothing... nothing

She doesn't act out of love or splendor
She heads to the brothel to remember
She goes there to smoke the best joint
And she'll kill time like that...

Dizziness causing a big fuss
(Manners that are bad habits)

No memory... nothing... nothing

Scales that (finally!) flee from her skin
Tears that bite her heart
They will see who eats whom this time
That girl, him, and a tuna