when the harlots reappear from the distance spilled the din dragging the withered bones of the clowns that rode them in we ll glow a deep red we ll stay in our own bed where once we would never tread now on broken ground we ve become the undead when the skinners and the sharks lose their teeth and miss their skin when the thumpers claw from their caskets and the hookers proudly grin we ll glow a deep red we ll stay in our own bed where once we would never tread now on broken ground we ve become the undead may the queer shit on your throne and at last decide the end may all the filthy mothers never wash again and may everything dirty win