Erich Zann

Let me introduce you to my late-rent Sweet abode Come and help yourselves to some tea and Swedenborg It's a purgatorial province of an unattended Rome Don't you get all fussy about the rats inside the walls Pest control's been on their way since you came through that door Spend my time inventing baroque excuses to ditch you last minute And count my own ribs, if only I had one less Worry in mind One Hamlet too many has fucked with my high My violin's taking up his own gig I find him in cafes snatching my scene Oh, but the bloke's had a tough time Oh my, he's losing his shine There's a minor inconvenience that I'm trying to sort out No, I don't know why the water's brown That's not what I'm on about You hear that noise, you hear that noise They've come to get me now Oh, Amigdala, oh, Amigdala Have mercy on that poor bastard I'm just bolting space to the wall Letting the visions roll How I wanted to die in your arms You left me at the mercy of meowing nuns Oh, and eldritch entities Oh, this century Taught me how to run away From the Saturday night moons Baby, I used to be a werewolf But I'm alright now