Kinda Dark

You wandered in there, you wanted it in 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 versus them
First us versus not a goddamn thing
Then The Blind Bitch versus 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
«Kinda dark in here,"she says