Bring the Monster Inside

It's midnight and
It's 90 degrees
Raining across the South End again
Out in the backyard
Backed up to the church
We're lit up
Like skeletons

I don't remember
Why I called
I don't remember
Much at all
Late at night
Wrong or right
Feels like
I'm drinking again

It's a short
Behind our eyes
It's a thousand kilowatt
Light show
It's a trick
Of the optic nerve
A spasm of memory

It's a fiction of comfort
It's a means to an end
I called the monster inside tonight
It's a mean way
To end

Evening Mass

She comes alone every evening
Lights as many candles
As she can afford
500 empty seats along the aisle
1000 empty tears in every stain glass window
Chorus Sweat stains on the mattress ticking
They're drunk inside a memory
40 watts dimly light
The motel bedroom
Where Gideon's words
Will not save them

He comes alone every evening
Degenerates into his bottle
He's long since lost any meaning
100 blows are just too many
For one man to absorb

Chorus:
And, Oh, the Greedy come a calling
And, Oh, the Needy come a courting'
And, Oh, the Desperate come up wanting
The Lord has come up
Empty Again

House is not a Home

We put a rock through every window
And broke all the glass in the house
Except for the attic bedroom
We'll get to that one
When we do

Out here no one will notice
When we light up the match
Out here no one will tell us
Not to burn the whole thing down

In the hallway stands a mirror
I couldn't wait to make it shatter
There is very little left here that matters
There is very little left at all

Each room is nearly vacant
Because even ghosts don't like remembering
No night of clouds
No wind will help us
Or hidden moon from above

And this house will remember x3
We're not helpless anymore

No night of clouds
Or gentle wind will save us
Just pour the gasoline over everything
Light a match
We'll get this party going

St. John Street

I'm wired awake
In the dark
I can see my breath
Cloud the room
It's the kind of cold
That heat won't cure
And it comes from deep inside of you
We're naked undercover
In a tiny railroad shack
Next to a line the trains don't run on
Any longer
A bus rolls by
The building shakes
I'm awake and wondering
When I slipped
And hit my head
And fell into your bed
It's a mystery to me
Why you think that I should stay
I'll call you tomorrow night in New York City
And we'll both try to think of something
To say