I'll hail rock 'n roll
Cause brother Michael never got me laid or fixed me a drink
My glass is empty and it shows
At least I'll be getting paid for it in Memphis next week
And I'm doing my best
I'll be damned if the money I make isn't clean
Leaves the laundry reeking of death
Even if I undress, it still stains my sleep
And you taught me to howl
And to sharpen my teeth
So I thought you should know
Well darling the displacement of flesh from the bone no longer makes me weak
So let's feast
On each other
The proposal of sweat for sin
The burden of a basket
Full of figs
Oh I insist
Oh Great Engineer, will you provide?
The systems been locked down and there's people inside
Oh Great Engineer, will you provide?
When he took his life, it swallowed part of mine
And I'll pray to no old god
Or the new ones on the screen
With a knife that you fashioned from earth
Papa taught me everything does bleed
So let's feed
On each other
The trade of a blanket for a trench
The burden of a basket
Full of figs
I can't resist