Mark Lenover
Mark Lenover - It Howls lyrics
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It came up from the wetlands, under Waverly Hill It came, quiet and crazy, then it stood perfectly still It stunk of the tunnel, it stunk of dying too young It had ash on it's eyelids and it had snow in it's lungs And the evening came running, like a slave at it's beck and call It's girls hide in letters, and they play in it's halls It's boys sleep in garbage, and they come when they're called It, cringing, comes at you it's teeth chattering in time It cracks at it's sternum, and it's light of it's mind It whispers and worries, as the vandals on watch unwind It fell at Wood-haven, and lay splintered and cold On a heavy foundation, sinking into the soil It stinks of the tunnel, and it's casts are undone It's got ash on it's eyelids, it's got blood on it's tongue So in a bed of old rafters it takes the wind to it's lungs and howls'