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