What with suddenly everything you said to me
I had better not have that in a cup of coffee
I've got thorns in my mind from the books I've read
I'm sick of metaphysical gardening, what if?
Proven were you here any longer or
Even I have to never been, never been
You'd have had have already gone, ready gone
You'd have had to go, now I know
And I lie down in my bed then you stand up in my head
Whenever I'm not so sure, I rearrange the furniture
A room furnished by a nightmare moving on oblivion
Let the mind crash down (Let it rot)
Drugs, the power of transformation (Let it rot)
 (Let it rot)
 (Let it rot)
Drugs, the power of transformation (Let it rot)
Forty more days and forty more laments
And the girls out on the street trying to make the rent
Seraphim and archangels and all their pretty pageantry
And I'm still in the library reading Dante's Purgatory
Seven odd years going nowhere slow
Everybody milling 'round and caring in the flow
Calm as clams and suspicious as fish
In a well fished hole (Let it rot)