You wandered in there, you wanted it in there

You wanted it in there, every night you took the air

Gasping for anything, there sits the Boston Strangler

Calling all cars

The palace has a moss problem

It glows in the dawn, the light

Goes wherever you go, sewn into your hem

It's me versus them

First us versus not a goddamn thing

Then The Blind Bitch vs. The Clucking Hen

In a ring, around the razor's edge

"Kind of dark in here," she says

"Kind of dark in here," she says

"Kind of dark in here," she says

"Kind of dark in here," she says