But it just looks so cold there from the bottle

Another part of another ritual

Standing in the kitchen

Arms are braced against the counter

Swallowing like mercury down the drain


And the neighbors have been drinking

And they are raising quite a stink

Pretty soon they will be fighting

It can get pretty ugly


The city makes a hooting sound tonight

The owl on the roof has got it right

If it's left up to him

He'll take that stupid grin

And decapitate a rodent or a mouse


Take the b train or the shuttle

At the exit have a smoke

Try to spit onto the sidewalk

Instead you wipe it off your chest


I don't wanna freak but the tongue erodes

Each time we start to speak

On a timely mission

Oh you look pretty swell in your new position


Fiberglass funny face up on the wall

It's funny when it's not funny at all

And if it's up to him

We will take the ways of sin

And smash them like glass against the wall


But it's nothing to pathetic

Full of rhetoric and doubt

Carry on like little creature

In the fields of our love