"Between Piety And Desire"
(written by Kristin Hersh)
Incense, strawberry candles, and soap
Way to
butcher a street
There are spells, dizzying spells
You can
smell them coming
A torture on the breeze
Did you call me?
What did you call me?
Trying to turn the other cheek
All clean junkies miss dirty
secrets
We're gonna die, so what the fuck
We're only here
through sheer dumb luck
We don't like the shit
Between piety
and desire
No, we don't like the shit
'Cause we belong in
it
We don't like the shit
Between piety and desire
No, we don't like the shit
'Cause we belong in it
