Icicle Tusk

I'll shoot you dead for the father Of the coal miner's daughter Beneath the icicle tusk You and me among the flattering dusk In my haste I draw my weapon Designing your final lesson As you recede to the floor All is silent but the fluttering door 25 grand on the table Of the high wall street stable I'm not responsible for The reputation of the neighborhood whore But I'm a keyhole peeker And you're my surveillance keeper And though my memory rusts I will always see the icicle tusk And I must admit That it gets lonesome on my shelf This much I can tell This much I can tell