What evil star burns bright my old flame And wilted my rose of Jericho Whose glare killed the prayer last parted from her lips And lit the path to churchyards
The Devils in the details, And your reverend's into retail. Your soul's alone in this world of stone, you'll find So what can you do, You wery Wandering
I'm full of piss and vinegar Oozin' through my jugular vein I'm full of piss, vinegar Bubblin' to the brim of my brain Break out the brown paper and
Hey people, oh, can't you hear that sound? Oh, people, people, can't you hear that sound? There's some no-good in the making And the creek cats are on
Way down in Toxarcana I was ten years old In a fever dream, dark night of the soul Well, it was brillig and the slithey toves I bid the world goodbye
