Sewer Blues

Now I come before you, movin' through this tomb

Of vapor and perfume and fog-filled rooms

Silent compass, anger at dawn

Locked down in the harness, drawn away from the low

The voice is barking of nausea and fear

An unholy jargon in the judgement seat

This knowledge that despite the angel you assume

Commander alibi, I'll surrender to the fume

It's all fleshed out, fleshed out and forgotten now

I'll go way back to you, I'll go way back through your love

I'll go way back to you, I'll go way back through your love

Better sing a money tune, light a cigarette

Raise the roof above this ruin as the song repents

Order of the underground, as the sewer runs clear

Stretch your skin in front of me, undo every other year

But now I come for you, I come for your womb

For your vapors and your perfume, for your fog-filled room

For your party and your compass, for the body you adorn

As a belt, as a necklace, as a mask, as a horn

It's all fleshed out, fleshed out and forgotten now

I'll go way back to you, I'll go way back through your love

I'll go way back to you, I'll go way back through your love

I'll go way back to you, I'll go way back through your love

I'll go way back to you, I'll go way back through your love

Through your love, through your love, through your love

Through your love