This is how we're going to play:
I'll stay in my gutter
just waiting for you to say the word
“we don't want you here”
that's my cue to come out brawling
you call this a sanctuary?
it's no such thing until I've installed myself at every corner
good, now the cornerstone's been laid
go on, trust those tired eyes
you're being held at knife-point
builds character, deep in those neglected guts
go on, blame yourself
you should have really smelled me coming
spill enough blood & it sticks to the pores
call it killer's ointment
we're not just fooling around here
if you roll with me you'll find purpose in the strangest nooks
we'll paint the town in lurid colors & drum back terror into people's hearts
make that slack spine tingle again
go on, bite down
that's steel you're tasting
& if it makes your head spin, let it
that's the oldest way to welcome Spirit
once we're through here this town's going to harbor a few secrets of the dirty kind
a town where purity goes to die in style, like Quetzalcoatl
he claimed that beach for all time then
there where he set his ragged frame on fire & with his many-colored ashes lit the sky
yes fire in the sky & riots on each shore
a carnival of the crippled & the mad come home to kill, to dance
yes it’s time to bring back sacrifice on a terrifying scale
go on, build us a shrine made of bones & tend to those bones
for ours is a god that chews through bones
that tears through bones
these words are a knife clearing the way for his parade