It Gets Worse Every Minute

The bars of the cage, 
and the trash in the gutter, 
and the people coming out of the clinic: 

It gets worse every minute. 

D Bm G A 

It gets worse every second. 

My lovely city (my lovely danger). 
My favorite lovely stranger. 

And the tooth for the bone 
And the rat for the apple 
And the knife for the throne 
And the crib for the rattle 
And the bars of the cage 
And the trash in the gutter 
And the people coming out of the clinic: 

It gets worse every minute. 

It gets worse every second you're in it. 

It gets worse every minute. 

It gets worse every second.