Under Control

There's a churning, there's a churning, there's a churning around

I can't fall asleep and the drugs won't stay down

There's a burning, there's a burning, there's a burning I found

It's deep in the pit where the blood pumps around

All the children are laughing outside

The works never sleeps and there's nowhere to hide

It's under control far as anyone's seen

But there ain't enough shit to climb out the latrine

There's a witness, there's a witness, there's a witness out there

We've got to pretend that the money's still here

There's a knocking, there's a knocking, there's a knock at the door

We'll tell them that uncle don't live here no more

All the angels are crying downstairs

The brandy's run out, but their God never cares

He'll slap them and tell them the evening's been ruined

And his robes reek of failure and cheap french perfume

There's a tinkering, there's a tinkering, there's a tinkerer in town

She'll fix everything till the money's been found

There's a watchman, there's a watchman, and he's guarding the door

With a drink in his hand and a gun on the floor

And the monsters broke in through the sewers again

And they spend every night making ever more friends

They've conquered the bowels of paris and now

They have every intention of taking the town

There's a bottle, there's a bottle in my bed

It helps me to reach for the switch in my head

There's a madness, there's a madness at bay

But a cold wind will blow down the levee some day

A train whistle blows, the conductor's been hanged

In a white little house, a red telephone rang

And it's under control far as anyone's seen

But there ain't enough shit to climb out the latrine