Keeping House

You clean out your junk-drawer, you mop up some blood

While the first of the new creatures rises from the mud

Cursing the moment that saw him draw breath

The ghost on your doorstep is starving to death

You spray down the windows, you wipe them all clean

And you douse your old clothing with fresh gasoline

And the ghost on your doorstep is soaked wet with rain

And he clutches his stomach and howls at the pain

And you can stay busy all day

He’s never going away

So let all the lights blaze, keep your heart light

Play really loud music all hours of the night

And when you set the table, set it for two

The ghost on your doorstep has to eat, same as you

Same as you