There is steam rising
from the gravel on the road
there is black coal

filling up our homes

it seeps through the window cracks

it slips through the floorboards

the mortar is turning black

the foundation starts to crack
honey pack your bags and go


there is steam rising
from the belly of the beast
there is hell on earth

there are demons beneath the streets

they seep through the window cracks

they slip through the floorboards

the mortar is turning black

the foundation starts to crack
honey pack your bags and go


there is steam rising
from the gravel on the road
there is black coal

filling up our homes

it seeps through the cracks in the window pane

slips through the floorboards and up through the drain