There's a howlin at my window, baby I hear him closin in That green-eyed jackal's got the scent Knows I'll let him in He 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 I'm callin on the Furies, to let the toast begin I'm roasting on the spit of love again I never have believed you But I stick around for more Somethin bout that hollow in your eyes There's a darkness at the core Well, it's got me slowly turnin I'm basting on the bone I'm skewered like some drunken fool In juices all my own Callin the Furies' carrion choir Singin me back upon the pyre I'm roasting on that spit of love again You can call it what you want But it's lyin just the same There's no mercy in these ashes, baby When your love's a cryin shame And they're howlin in moonlight, baby They're here to call my bluff they're wonderin if there'll ever come a day When I'll have finally had enough I'm callin on the Furies, to let the toast begin I'm roasting on that spit of love again Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
