I must have crawled through your bedroom door in a fit of jealous breath perched upon the Baptist foot of your unsuspecting bed From the blossom rags in my jackal croon to the stems of this cinquefoil I give to you the shrapnel with which to sprinkle in the soil When all the traps in the cellar go clickety click you know I'm gonna set them for you Yeah, for you And all the rats in the cellar full of vermin and steps you know I'm gonna set them for you Yeah, for you Wash it down with harlot soap well, is this what you want? I'll paint your steps with the lilac stains of smelter revenant My cutlery is rattling from the doorman wooden's boils from the bottom of my throat I beckon you to cut the orchid cord When all the traps in the cellar go clickety click you know I'm gonna set them for you Yeah, for you And all the rats in the cellar full of vermin and steps you know I'm gonna set them for you Yeah, for you I know a girl that was woven from spindle and thread wrapped in a bivouac of taffeta scaffolding red She tosses and turns and wakes all the children in bed yawning with hunger they take turns of nourishment And she looks at me in the great outdoors and you know what she tells me? Somebody help me is there anybody out there that can set me free?