I am the big, black wolf, down at the tar pit lounge

Under layers of dusk, we can dance and rust

So push the lever down, and open wide

You know, Baccus stole my lighter, there on the other side



If I ever start to grin, drinking down the bloody soil

Let me know

The air is made of booze, it has a suffocating charme

At my house



I know she likes a drink, at the tar pit lounge

Just another shot of nails, nice to feel it go down

She takes all of her absinth, out of a monkey's paw

She's the queen of the rave, and the mother of moths



If I ever start to drink, without feeling anything

Let me know

Will the dead still cheer me on, when there's nothing to consume

At my house

The rats are carved in stone, at the tar pit lounge

They nibble and they naw, at the frozen ground

The moon is breathing ash, laughing without sound

His children have no purpose, we are dumb and loud



If I ever call you up, without burning all my clothes

Let me know

There's dirt and there is fire in the collapsing lung

Of my house



Down at the tarpit lounge