"Woman, please be gone. You've stayed here much too long. Don't you wish that you could cry? Don't you wish I would die? Seamy seesaw kids. Child-women on the skids. The dust will choke you blind. The lust will choke your mind. I kiss the floor, one kick, no more. The pig and hose have set me free. I've tasted Hate Street's hanging tree. I've tasted Hate Street's hanging tree."