Well the spells and incantations
Of the dawn
Get broken by the beat
Of the street-sweeper's drum
And the way, the way is dark
The way is long
In this rotten metropolis
Our common apocalypse
Of storm-drains and neon
When the one
That you dream of
Is gone
Fifteen gallons of poison
That you've poured in
To the breach
That's been left behind
From your open heart
Wine bottle surgeries
And all the pretty, young lovers
Are overflowing in the gutters
And unfolding for one another
Like there's something that you don't know
Like this one here
With her lipstick smeared
And her lukewarm thighs
But that's better than none
When the one
That you dream of
Is gone
Ah the waste-lakes, the drink
And it all starts to swim
Fifteen gallons of poison
The ground cracks open
And the city falls in
Fifteen gallons of poison