...morally neutral, and unimaginably violent.​

On the day Chicago locked his doors for good
Our headless chickens pushed and pecked along their southbound route
They cluck the atrocity, their beaks are posturing
At an old vampire: a forest fire
Any day, the windy city's gonna blow it out for you

I'll keep a horseshoe on my step, I'll keep a cross around my neck
Draping garlic over our beds
All good luck, amulets, and aids will dab your forehead
Keep you safe from the forest fire rage
Our fine crystal will ching, we'll drink to anything
If it keeps the tires moving, keeps commuting smooth for you
And I'm drawing a bloodbath with or without you

And on the day the fire nibbled your neighborhood
Regard your brimstone as if it were gravestone and the blaze we blow loose
Our cottage knees shaking, the flames were giggling
And the embers beaming; its chest, it's beating
That little house we've made gets gobbled up by flames

And I'll mash my foot down on the gas of any black cat that cross my path
Than to risk it or to lay them in my lap
We keep our umbrellas down here, we toss the salt behind our ears
'Cause the good looks weren't worth our seven years
With tightly coiled springs that snap for anything
We're gonna keep a lighter to it even while it burns for you
And I'm going to heaven with or without you
I'll keep a horseshoe on my step, I'll keep a cross around my neck
Draping garlic over our beds
All ladder legs we walk around, no burning flags will touch the ground
With the same one that our cracks we've found, and I swear to God
I'll bury a bible in these halls and I'll bury a black cat between the walls
Good luck, Godspeed, God damn you all

God damn you all
God damn you all
God damn you all
God damn you all