I waited in the shadow Of my stupid house The mustang rolled up In the low black water Growling softly Then it stopped and purred Growling softly Then it stopped and purred Dark green paint Like a deep flavor Like hard, sour-apple Candy catching in my throat I'm a sword swallower I'm a sword swallower I'm a sword swallower I'm a sword swallower A hint of his blond swoop The red button of his cigarette Smoke out the window Sterling, Sterling His name like a sword Reflecting light in a dark room I'm a sword swallower I'm a sword swallower I'm a sword swallower I'm a sword swallower And the grass licked my shoes And the grass licked my shoes