Under Control

There's a churning, there's a churning, there's a churning around I can't fall asleep and the drugs won't stay down There's a burning, there's a burning, there's a burning I found It's deep in the pit where the blood pumps around All the children are laughing outside The works never sleeps and there's nowhere to hide It's under control far as anyone's seen But there ain't enough shit to climb out the latrine There's a witness, there's a witness, there's a witness out there We've got to pretend that the money's still here There's a knocking, there's a knocking, there's a knock at the door We'll tell them that uncle don't live here no more All the angels are crying downstairs The brandy's run out, but their god never cares He'll slap them and tell them the evening's been ruined And his robes reek of failure and cheap French perfume There's a tinkering, there's a tinkering, there's a tinkerer in town She'll fix everything till the money's been found There's a watchman, there's a watchman, and he's guarding the door With a drink in his hand and a gun on the floor And the monsters broke in through the sewers again And they spend every night making ever more friends They've conquered the bowels of Paris and now They have every intention of taking the town There's a bottle, there's a bottle in my bed It helps me to reach for the switch in my head There's a madness, there's a madness at bay But a cold wind will blow down the levee some day A train whistle blows, the conductor's been hanged In a white little house, a red telephone rang And it's under control far as anyone's seen But there ain't enough shit to climb out the latrine