LYRIC

There's a churning , There's a churning, There's a churning around
I can't fall asleep and the drugs won't stay down

There's a burning, There's a burning,There's a burning I've
Found. It's deep in the pit Where the blood pumps around

All children are laughing outside. The work never sleeps and there is no where to hide
It's under control far as anyone seen
But there ain't enough shit to climb out the latrine

There's a witness, There's a witness, There's a witness out there We've got to pretend that the moneys still here

There's a knocking, There's a knocking, There's a knock at the door We'll tell them that uncle don't live here no more

All the angels are crying down stairs the brandy's run out but their god never cares
Just grab them and tell them the evenings been ruined and his robes reek of failure and cheep french perfume

There's a tinkering, There's a tinkering, There's a tinkerer in town she'll fix everything till the moneys been found

There's a watchman, There's a watchman and he's guarding the door with a drink in his hand and a gun on the floor

And the monsters blew in through the sewers again and they spend every night making evermore friends
They've conquered the bowels of Paris and now They have every intention of Taking the town

There's a bottle, There's a bottle, There's a bottle in my bed It helps me to reach for the switch in my head

There's a madness, There's a madness at bay but a cold wind will blow down the levee some day
A trade of blows but the doctors been hanged
In a white little house oh the telephone rang and It's under control far as anyone seen
But there ain't enough shit to climb out the latrine

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