Fiona Apple‘s comeback lyrical threat is reaching critical mass, with “Werewolf,” the third digital tease of forthcoming fourth effort, The Idler Wheel is Wiser Than The Driver of The Screw And Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do (June 19). Aside from that album title, of course, that just nearly trumps 1999′s When The Pawn… (insert a bajillion more lines of a poem).

Following the chaotically tender singles “Every Single Night,” in which the singer/songwriter splayed in handwritten lyrical form over on her website, and “Anything We Want,” “Werewolf” flexes her perfect, twisted pop turn-of-phrase muscles something strong, cascading along her familiar weapon of choice, the piano, with an ambient playground fill, kids’ yelps and all, lofted by the line, “Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key.” While sentiments that precede it tumble in simile spades, likening a character to a “shark,” a “chemical” and the song’s namesake “werewolf,” with these curiously fragile couplets that Apple arrives at with “Criminal” confidence. “But I admit that I provided a full moon,” she deadpans after explaining “the way you left me for dead.”

But enough of our adoration. Get to digging the rest of the lyrics that we’ve dutifully transcribed out for your literary pleasure, and on to the cadence at which Ms. Apple laced them. And maybe get to telling us your favorite bit, too?

 

I could liken you to a werewolf the way you left me for dead
But I admit that I provided a full moon

And I could liken you to a shark the way you bit off my head
But then again I was wading around a bleeding open would

But you were such a super guy ’til the second you get a whiff of me
And we are like a wishing well, and a bolt of electricity

But we could still support each other
All we gotta do is avoid each other

Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key

The lava of a volcano shot up hot from under the sea
One thing leads to another
And you made an island of me

And I could liken you to a chemical the way you made me compound to compound
But I’m a chemical two inevitable you and me would mix

And I could liken you to a lot of things
But I always come around
‘Cause in the end I’m a sensible girl
I know affection of the fix

But you were such a super guy ’til the second you get a whiff of me
And we are like a wishing well, and a bolt of electricity

But we could still support each other
All we gotta do is avoid each other

Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key
Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key