For some reason this greasy dead season's running circles around me
(Can you fell it now? Come on and feel it now)
I'm like a log in the fire, and shit, I don't know what to believe
(Can you feel it now? Come on feel it now)

Black soled feet and a burlap throne
I'm gonna cry, gonna cry 'til my daddy comes home
You really really really never know

(Can you feel it? Can you feel it?)

I'm yellow stained rotten and I'm gone and forgotten
(It's the windpipe, they cut the windpipe)
I fucked the whole crew now my skin's grey and spotting
(Can you feel it yet? It's what we all get)

Black soled feet and a burlap throne
I'm gonna cry, gonna cry 'til my daddy comes home
We really really really gotta go, oh

The sailors and the prostitutes are dancing on the graves
Of all the noblemen and the maidens and the slaves
The longshore haunts are empty
The sticky spots have dried
I'm drowning in my skin from the tears I never cried
Fuck the "Lord be with you's" and fuck the "Bless my soul's"
Go down to the barrel and stick it in the hole

Stick it in the motherfucking hole