Kinda Dark

You wandered in there, you wanted it there

You wanted it in there, every night you took the air

Gasping for anything -

There sits the Boston Strangler

Calling all cars! The palace has a moss problem

It glows in the dawn... light...

Goes wherever you go, sewn into your hem

It's me vs. them...

First us versus not a goddamn thing

Then The Blind Bitch vs. The Clucking Hen

In a ring, around the razor's edge...

"Kinda dark in here," she says...

"Kinda dark in here," she says...

"Kinda dark in here," she says...