An Exercise in Necessary Evil


Don't get cute with me, sweetheart
I'll lean on you till I get what's needed
Information don't cost a dime
So cut the act and cough up

I'm following faint tracks in the snow
Across desolate fields and railroad sleepers
Finding faded photographs hidden in the walls
Of lonely half-burnt houses

I've consulted carnival fortune-teller witches
And telephone clairvoyants
For $2.99 per minute
So much for priceless knowledge
I'm right back where I started