(written by Kristin Hersh)

 

In spite of everything, like redoubled efforts to glide backward,

To go in both directions, this dumb boat still doesn't fly

And that's no way to let a body down

I believe in balancing after a month of midnights in hot water

Scalded under holy water, punctuated with the punch of opiates

And that's no way to bring a body down

That's no way to bring a body down

That's no way to bring a body down

That's no way to bring a body down

Standing with a bulging fist of nickles for the parking meter

That's the art and science part of your eccentric sleight of hand

And that's no way to cool a body down

I believe in violencing after a feast of fasting on hot water

Scalded within by holy sin, punctuated with the punch of opiates

And that's no way to bring a body down

That's no way to bring a body down

That's no way to bring a body down

That's no way to bring a body down