Lyrics:

For some reason this greasy dead season's running circles around me
Can you feel it now? Come on and feel it now!
I'm a log in the fire and shit, I don't know what to believe
Can you feel it now? Come on and feel it now!

Black soled feet and a burlap throne
I'm gonna cry, gonna cry until my daddy comes home
Yeah, you really, really, really never know

Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?

I'm yellow-stained rotten, I'm gone and I'm forgotten
It's the windpipe, they cut the windpipe
I fucked the whole crew, now my skin's gray and spotting
Can you feel it yet? It's what we all get!

Black soled feet and a burlap throne
I'm gonna cry, gonna cry until my daddy comes home
We really, really, really gotta go

The sailors and the prostitutes are dancing on the graves
Of all the noblemen and the maidens and the slaves
The longshore haunts are empty, the sticky spots have dried
I'm drowning in my skin from the tears I never cried

Fuck the 'Lord be with you's
And fuck the 'Bless my soul's
Go down to the barrel and stick it in the hole
Stick it in the motherfucking hole!