Les scorpions et les araignées dansent un tango diabolique

"I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
Well, I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown
I went to church on Sunday and she passed by
And my love for her is taking such a long time to die
I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist
It's almost like, almost like I don't exist
I'm 20 miles out of town, in Cold Irons bound"

Bob D. Cold Irons Bound