Keep the Gutters Fresh by The Moping Swans Lyrics

Mechanical ocean
Of circular swim
We gotta keep the gutters fresh
Where some of them save their best
They're better above you
I said I'm out of things for to pray
And now I keep the gutters fresh
For when collecting wasted flesh

I was in the moan of a fire's eye
Fallen in a coven I have loved
Yes, it is desire in a blind eye
Cover it with all hands and run to love

In settlemеnts dreamed of
Nestlеd in rest
Embrace the fools and liars
Their single-celled desires
And race for the red house
With curtains and themes
And fumigated hags
Privilege in their bags
I was in the moan of a fire's eye
Fallen in a coven I have loved
Yes, it is desire in a blind eye
Cover it with all hands and run to love