For some reason this greasy dead season's running circles around me Can you feel it now? Come on and feel it now! I'm a log in the fire and shit, I don't know what to believe Can you feel it now? Come on and feel it now! Black soled feet and a burlap throne I'm gonna cry, gonna cry until my daddy comes home Yeah, you really, really, really never know Can you feel it? Can you feel it? I'm yellow-stained rotten, I'm gone and I'm forgotten It's the windpipe, they cut the windpipe I fucked the whole crew, now my skin's gray 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 until my daddy comes home We really, really, really gotta go 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!