Days In The Gutter / Nights In The Gutter by Craw (band) Lyrics
On autopilot
Fall out of bed
At exactly 7:13am every day
The same dream
About slime on cement lingers
Fed the meter
Caffeine hits the bottom of the belly
Nicotine fills the sinuses
Hell I don't mind working alone
Good morning ma'am
I've come to clean your gutter
And flush your downspouts
Grey skies and barren trees
Are truly beautiful things
Check the number twice
Set up the humiliator against the roof
Hook the buckеt onto the belt
Plant both feet deep into the trough
Pull out thе cage
And pound out the muck
The slop of ammonia makes a fine cologne
Three years I've worked the gutter trade
A series of accidents and here I am
Insanely in love with chance
Now comes the time for all good men
To give endless praise
To the delights of friction
Yeah you might consider me a little thick
And might wonder which character flaw
Brought me to such a lowly station
(Chim-chimney chim-chim chiree)
I see things differently
Chim-chimney chim-chim chiree
I'm a one-man gutter-cleaning machine
I shouldn't be up on this fucker
Every step on the moss covered in wood
Every awkward sweep into the bucket
Feels like I'm destined for the dirt
(Chim-chimney chim-chim chiree)
Where does it come from?
This urge to end the tension
To take the flailing leap
To really test the body's limits
Teetering
Teetering
Nearly losing my shit
(Chim-chimney chim-chim chiree)
A glance down
I spy a hook
A snow angel
And it looks like dumb luck
If by cruel chance I misstep
If by a stroke of luck
A snow angel does snare me
Then bring on twilight
Catatonic
Faces are masks
Hiding a leer or a sneer
Twilight's over
Nights in the gutter
Each one feels like Fat Tuesday gone wrong
And often times
Your hat, wallet, and pride desert you
Directing delirium
Somehow
To stand what's dreary and irrelevant
On its head
Yeah give me a drink that'll put me on the floor
Now is the time for all good men
To sing alleluias to the joys of friction
Purposely seeking out
Exhaustion and disappointment
Just because I can
Just for the sake of variety
Oh the many flavors of excess
And their consequences
Peace and relaxation
Are impossible for you now
Sharing a mutual laceration
We'll enter the region of dreams
An unreal game
That must exist
Playing attraction and anxiety
Gambling that beyond the nausea
Something akin to lightning would strike us
Sharing a mutual laceration
We'll dismantle the mechanical
Lover
You could always be respectable
Enjoying the esteem of the servile
Always cautious, a mere shadow
I have a child's hope
That you'll be able
To recall impulses
From your girlhood
That would now disrupt the trivial
We'll find more ways than just existing
Sending alleluias
To the inhuman stars!
Fall out of bed
At exactly 7:13am every day
The same dream
About slime on cement lingers
Fed the meter
Caffeine hits the bottom of the belly
Nicotine fills the sinuses
Hell I don't mind working alone
Good morning ma'am
I've come to clean your gutter
And flush your downspouts
Grey skies and barren trees
Are truly beautiful things
Check the number twice
Set up the humiliator against the roof
Hook the buckеt onto the belt
Plant both feet deep into the trough
Pull out thе cage
And pound out the muck
The slop of ammonia makes a fine cologne
Three years I've worked the gutter trade
A series of accidents and here I am
Insanely in love with chance
Now comes the time for all good men
To give endless praise
To the delights of friction
Yeah you might consider me a little thick
And might wonder which character flaw
Brought me to such a lowly station
(Chim-chimney chim-chim chiree)
I see things differently
Chim-chimney chim-chim chiree
I'm a one-man gutter-cleaning machine
I shouldn't be up on this fucker
Every step on the moss covered in wood
Every awkward sweep into the bucket
Feels like I'm destined for the dirt
(Chim-chimney chim-chim chiree)
Where does it come from?
This urge to end the tension
To take the flailing leap
To really test the body's limits
Teetering
Teetering
Nearly losing my shit
(Chim-chimney chim-chim chiree)
A glance down
I spy a hook
A snow angel
And it looks like dumb luck
If by cruel chance I misstep
If by a stroke of luck
A snow angel does snare me
Then bring on twilight
Catatonic
Faces are masks
Hiding a leer or a sneer
Twilight's over
Nights in the gutter
Each one feels like Fat Tuesday gone wrong
And often times
Your hat, wallet, and pride desert you
Directing delirium
Somehow
To stand what's dreary and irrelevant
On its head
Yeah give me a drink that'll put me on the floor
Now is the time for all good men
To sing alleluias to the joys of friction
Purposely seeking out
Exhaustion and disappointment
Just because I can
Just for the sake of variety
Oh the many flavors of excess
And their consequences
Peace and relaxation
Are impossible for you now
Sharing a mutual laceration
We'll enter the region of dreams
An unreal game
That must exist
Playing attraction and anxiety
Gambling that beyond the nausea
Something akin to lightning would strike us
Sharing a mutual laceration
We'll dismantle the mechanical
Lover
You could always be respectable
Enjoying the esteem of the servile
Always cautious, a mere shadow
I have a child's hope
That you'll be able
To recall impulses
From your girlhood
That would now disrupt the trivial
We'll find more ways than just existing
Sending alleluias
To the inhuman stars!