Spit of Love

There's a howling at my window I hear him closing in That green-eyed jackal's got the scent Knows I'll let him in Slinks in by me at the fire More bitter than the cold And it's a rage as old as Hades That'll sputter on these coals That I'm calling on the Furies to let the toast begin Roasting on the spit of love again (The spit of love again) I'll never have believed you But I stick around for more Something 'bout that hollow in your eyes There's a darkness at the core Well, it's got me slowly turning And I'm basting on the bone And I'm skewered like some drunken fool In juices all my own Calling the Furies' carrion choir Singing me back upon the pyre I'm roasting on that spit of love again (Spit of love again) You can call it what you want But it's lying just the same There's no mercy in these ashes, baby When your love's a crying shame And they're howling in the moonlight, baby They're here to call my bluff They're wondering if there'll ever come one day When I'll have finally had enough Well I'm calling on the Furies, to let the toast begin I'm roasting on that spit of love again Roasting on that spit of love Spit of loving Take this love Spit of love Spit of love