I left a shroud in a town to be sorted out
It’s like a leaf-flake brown kind of fabric gown
Where the curve of the ground that they hear around
Is like the echo sound in a concave town

Stiff, starched shirts, cold feet, and chest, I’ll keep it cleaner
I’ll wear their stiff, starched shirts, cold feet and chest, I’ll keep it cleaner

Stung quiet but this is just frightening, I’m so concerned about hygiene
Stung quiet but this is just frightening, I’m so concerned about

Eyes swept black like a smoke stack
Nothing’s wrong with that
I said her eyes swept black like a smoke stack
Nothing here is like that
It’s like the word got out and it’s all around
I feel the lines to my veins and they’re clamping down
Thin loose wrists
Dear, I must insist
We keep it cleaner

Stung quiet but this is just frightening, I’m so concerned about hygiene
Stung quiet but this is just frightening, I’m so concerned about

I think I am addicted to the drumming
I said I think I am addicted to the drumming
They said we recognize your eyes and we recognize your blood
And though it’s thinner than a knife you are similar enough

Stung quiet but this is just frightening, I’m so concerned about hygiene
Stung quiet but this is just frightening, I’m so concerned about