The Longshoreman's Lament

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 like 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 til daddy comes home

Yeah, you really never know

We really gotta go



I'm yellow stained rotten

I'm gone and forgotten

It's the windpipe, they cut the windpipe

I fucked the whole crew and now my skin's gray and poppin'

Can you feel it yet?

It's what we all get



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