Well the spells and incantations Of the dawn Get broken by the beat Of the street-sweeper's drum And the way, the way is dark The way is long In this rotten metropolis Our common apocalypse Of storm-drains and neon When the one that you dream of is gone (2x) Fifteen gallons of poison That you've poured in To the breach That's been left behind From your open heart Wine bottle surgeries And all the pretty, young lovers Are overflowing in the gutters And unfolding for one another Like there's something that you don't know Like this one here With her lipstick smeared And her lukewarm thighs But that's better than none When the one that you dream of is gone (4x) Ah the waste-lakes, the drink And it all starts to swim Fifteen gallons of poison The ground cracks open And the city falls in Fifteen gallons of poison