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