Far from the electric floor
Removed from the red meat market
I look for a fire door
An escape from the [bad word] and barking
Bereft of all social charms [bad word] dumb by the hand of fear
I fall into the corner’s arms
The same way that I’ve done for years
I’m trapped in a collapsing [bad word] find me now, where I hide and
We’ll speak in our secret tongues
So will [bad word] back to my corner?
Spent too long alone tonight
Would [bad word] brighten my corner?
lit torch to the woodpile, aye
Dead wood waits to ignite
There’s no spark on a dampened floor
snapped limb in an unlit pyre
Won’t [bad word] and break down this door?
I’m trapped in an abandoned [bad word] find me now, where I hide and
We’ll speak in our secret tongues
So will [bad word] back to my corner?
Spent too long alone tonight
Would [bad word] brighten my corner?
lit torch to the woodpile, [bad word] find me now, where I hide and
We’ll speak in our secret tongues