Holy Sons - More Flophouse Blues lyrics

It's late and light bulbs dim

A million eyes await arise

And I can't lift myself into that hole

My presence hovers above

The gutter waits below

This ghost needs conduction and I feel you deep and low

So I turn my eyes to you

For the Service you provide

You bring me into my body better than anyone alive

I could be anything

But I am enslaved

I could go anywhere

But see I like it this way

Don't strangle the ones you love

It may come back to haunt someday