The Fiery Furnaces Follow

Antioch agent wrote a letter per usual
Dated 'It's a hundred degrees perpetual'
Sent via the swift dromedary
Traversing her ways on the odd and even days
Said the lion has come up from his thicket
They've managed to void my lottery ticket

Drunk on wormwood, Widow City
Widow City's drunk on wormwood
Tomorrow night when the sun sets at nine
I might need tangle myself
With the degenerate plan of a strange little vine

And foxes on the mountain, girls
There're foxes on the mountain, girls
So negotiate the deserts and pits
You can't rely on your dimwits

Wag your head and clean your clocks
Ready for the rendezvous with the sticks and the stocks
Taught the wicked ones the ways
Said what was sent via the swift
Dromedary traversing on the odd and even days

Drunk on wormwood, Widow City
Widow City's drunk on wormwood
Tomorrow night when the sun sets at nine
I might need tangle myself
With the degenerate plan of a strange little vine

They've made my chain even heavier if you can imagine
They've made my chain even heavier if you can imagine

Drunk on wormwood, Widow City
Widow City's drunk on wormwood
Tomorrow night when the sun sets at nine
I might need tangle myself
With the degenerate plan of a strange little vine