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