(Verse 1: The Factory) [Fast, syncopated hi-hats. A walking bass line.] Five A.M. grease. The boys are coughing. Ivan says, "Work is a slow-motion coffin." I pull the lever. I bank the pay. Building her a kingdom... Out of industrial gray. (Verse 2: The Kitchen) [Music stops. Just a dry, "hollow" finger-snap and a bass throb.] Front door creaks. The smell of cabbage. She’s looking at me... Like I’m yesterday’s baggage. "The sink is a river." "The curtains are rags." "My sister has furs..." "I just have bags." (Chorus) I shout, "I’m a lion! I hunt for the pride!" She says, "You’re a mouse, with nowhere to hide!" I scream, "I give you my soul on a plate!" She says, "The plate is chipped. It’s 10 years late." (The Climax) [The music reaches a massive, triumphant peak—then suddenly drops to a single, jaunty Jazz piano trill.] I throw my wallet. I say, "Take it all! Move to the palace! Buy the Great Wall!" She opens the leather... She starts to grin. She says, "Oh, Darling... Where have you been?" (The Twist) [Spoken over a rhythmic, groovy bass line.] She pulls out a ticket. A win for the pot. She’s won the State Lottery... The whole damn lot. I’m covered in soot. I’m ready to die. She looks at the ticket... With a tear in her eye. (Outro: The Resolution) [Minimalist piano. Very sparse.] She says, "We’re rich now." I say, "Finally... peace?" She says, "No... Now we can afford... The even bigger grease." "The new sink is leaking." "The gold is too bright." "And I still hate your mother." "Goodnight."
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