Your spine will arch
And mine supine
We'll drop to the mud
With a sickening thud
All fours all claws
Our capillaries pumping
God-knows-what to the back of our eyes
All round town it's the same old story
Concrete falls to the fang-filled jaws
Teeth through cars like knives through butter
Till we turn on each other and dine

Your spine will arch
And mine supine
We'll drop to the mud
With a sickening thud
All fours all claws
Our capillaries pumping
God-knows-what to the back of our eyes
All round town it's the same old story
Concrete falls to the fang-filled jaws
Teeth through cars like knives through butter
Till we turn on each other and eradicate ourselves
Till we turn on each other and eradicate ourselves
Till we turn on each other and eradicate ourselves