Hey are you ready? Here we go!

Down to the ditch where the drainpipe flow

We pull the plug on the pals we know

Here at the Fickle Feeble Show

Backward and strange

Dreadfully plain

First rung from the drain

Rank, file and mark them down as friends

Arm in disarm

Brothers in harm

Stopgap 'til the bomb comes along

Fall out! Dismissed! You’re a mark upon your friends

You market down your friends

When you mark them down as friends

Into the ditch do the ditchee go

What is a friend but a future foe?

My problem is I’m much too thin

I need to grow some thicker skin

Spineless and lame, I am

Stooping to kissing ass and dropping names

Look same, feign sane, oh woops, I copped your game

Creep and crawl the scene to muster up a friend,

Then muck it up again

Hip parasite, need not like

Coattails to bite, and can I have a ride?

Then cock crows thrice and little birds are nice

Rim-toss rat I mock them down as friends

You mock them down as friends

We mock them down as friends

Into the ditch do the ditchers go

What is a friend but a favorite foe?

My problem is I’m much too thin

I need to grow some thicker skin

Into the ditch I the friendship row

That’s where the current seems to flow

My problem is I’m much too thin

I need to grow some thicker skin.

I’m strung up on the fence

Between now and then

Hung up on the letdown

Get down and lost on the way back when

And I’m haunted by the bygone days

Frozen in my chair

I’m just sittin’ stunned easily taunted by

What was never really there

My old stewpot weighs upon me now

By a golden chain

This old brew’s long gone, begun to turn

And time has changed, my love

Now all my dreams grow stale

And tired of waiting around

Just like the crust of bread the dog

Brought out and buried in the back

Such things don't age well underground

Now you say I’m leftovers

In the bottom of the pan

All that’s left you is scraps and the past

And I’m stuck boiling that old rue again

My old stewpot weighs upon me now

By a golden chain

This old brew’s long gone, begun to turn

And times have changed

My old stewpot weighs upon me now

By a golden chain

This old brew’s long gone, begun to turn

And time has changed, my love

Changed my love

Now don’t mind me, my love, boiling the rue

Lost in my head, my love, boiling the rue

You can find me, my love, nursing my brood

I lost my head, my love, boiling the rue my love,

Rue my love.

Voice inside is calling

Up from the deep

It’s aching and it’s gnawing

And I cannot sleep

What do you want with me?

Please don’t make me spill

I’m happily unhappy

Defiantly unfulfilled

In this lie I’ve built

I wanna fight against the world, against the right

I wanna settle the score, don’t wanna feel anymore

And I don’t wanna right the wrongs I write

Hold fast on my shaky ground

From what you’re asking of me

There would be no going back

There’s the line I see it

So quiet and so clear

Guts churn at the thought to cross it

Revolt in stubborn fear

It draws a steadfast offer

Leads a better way

But I shove it back down inside of me

To fight another day

Drowning in decay

I don’t wanna fight against the world, against the right

Don’t wanna settle no score, don’t wanna be anymore

But I don’t wanna fight to keep the fire ember from burning out

If I keep living this way

There’ll be no coming back

Ready for heaven, little boat, broken oar

Ready for heaven, black skies reign, red sea roars

Ready for heaven, heavy is my cup

Over and over and over, spilled out then filled, dumped, engulfed, bottoms up

Ready for heaven, the world and I are tired

Tired of each other, of the toil and the strife and the mire

All within and that surrounds me is either angry, tired or sad

To bear this brunt of being, or worse, avoid in bed, I don’t think I can

How? I wait so long

The seams come undone ‘til there’s less and less of me

Why? Why wait so long?

‘Til one more year after year all the years are gone.

Ready for heaven, a spirit crossing o’er

With no body to row to the other shore

Hook, line and sinker, relieved to be caught

Spent from wasteful pacing, all of the fight has already been fought

Ready for heaven, gladly lay my burden down

If the letting holds legal tender to purchase passage ‘cross the sound

So long as my sorrow can’t cross the veil to the other side?

If this isn’t heaven, heaven can’t be that bad, no it can’t be this bad

How? I wait so long

You never came down, kicked the door in to save me

Why? I wait so long

The seams come undone, and there’s nothing left of me

Why? Why wait so long?

Now hear in my voice that the year after years are gone.

Weighed I am, due am I

Shackle and diadem

So shall I ready the letting den

Do or die, crowning now

Wait! I am the unwilling I am

Wait just a minute, I want to stay just the way I am

I kick the pricks, head to the wall again

I’d rather die than face the lie, beat head to the wall again, asking “am I?”

I am, fool am I

Dig out the crooked worm, fetid I

Degorge the wild-eyed lamb

Bile and chyme festering

The priest has prayed and raised the lancing blade

Wait just a minute, I don’t want to do this I want to stay fucked

One plunge, one thrust, the backed-up boil erupts

But the pressure is unbearable so ready the Ridding, I need to throw up

Gloria!

War will be won

Now there’s no more running away while you’re chained to the timebomb

I survived the rid, I survived the rid, blew the lid offa me

Gloria!

My will be one

And there’s no more hungering wondering where has the time gone

I pulled through the bowel of mind then I dished the dirt and now I’m coming clean

Gloria!

All said and done

Hang on

Pack some gauze in that hole and rest.