Incense, strawberry candles and soap
Way to butcher a street
There are spells, dizzying spells
You can smell them coming
A torture on the breeze
Did you call me
What did you call me
Trying to turn the other cheek
All clean junkies miss dirty secrets
We're gonna die so what the fuck
We're only here through sheer dumb luck
And we don't like the shit between piety and desire
No we don't like the shit
'Cause we belong in it
