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