Lyrics:

*Hospital noises*

Day (Day day day)
Day (Day day day)
The next day
The exact same nurse is standing
With her back to me at every last...

Every last passing bus stop
Every last passing bus stop
Every last passing bus stop
Every last passing bus stop (Only this time)

What looks like a small stack of bills with bat wings
Hovering just beside her
They're bound together by a narrow wishbone
Beneath it rests a large bowl full of some
Indifferent fruit waxen looking still
Atop a three quarter length corinthian column

To the left
Is a rather fit right woman's other leg
Buried thigh deep in the
Hallowed and wood-chip topped bus stop grounds
The planted lady's leg's looking clean
Shaven and hot sweat beading
Up about its calf in the black avenue amplified sun
An eye blue high heel jut in full bloom on
Its visible end so you get off to find
Two suits arguing silently before a double-parked and
Obviously unmarked cop car the blown-up head
Flesh of two big business men a-hover above them a good foot
Or two of twine is dangling down into their hollow
Dress shirt collar mouths
And then you overhear them mutter something serious about
Semi semi-poetic erections
A ways down commerce then turn
Dead straight into ash

And so you walk
Predicting all possible presents in ever to bits
And back: from the bed to the bills you see nothing but pit
Within pit, within pit, within pit within pit (So long gone, so long gone)
From the bed to the bills you see nothing but pit
Within pit and an undeniable feeding on you (And more this)
From the bed to the bills you see nothing but pit
Within pit and an undeniable feeding on you (And more this)
From the bed to the bills you see nothing but pit
Within pit and an undeniable feeding on you
From the bed to the bills you see nothing but pit
Within pit and an undeniable feeding on you (And more this)
From the bed to the bills you see nothing but pit
Within pit and an undeniable feeding on you (And more this)

(And more this, and more this, and more this, and more this)
A honey-smothered hand gun all covered in ants
Trembles on a three quarter length corinthian column
A honey-smothered hand gun all covered in ants
Trembles on a three quarter length corinthian column
A honey-smothered hand gun all covered in ants
Trembles on a three quarter length corinthian column
A honey-smothered hand gun all covered in ants
Trembles on a three quarter length corinthian column
A honey-smothered hand gun all covered in ants
Trembles on a three quarter length corinthian column
A honey-smothered hand gun all covered in ants
Trembles on a three quarter length corinthian column
A honey-smothered hand gun all covered in ants
Trembles on a three quarter length corinthian column
A honey-smothered hand gun all covered in ants
Trembles on a three quarter length corinthian column
A honey-smothered hand gun all covered in ants
Trembles on a three quarter length corinthian column
*indistinct singing*