Widow City - The Fiery Furnaces

Antioch agent wrote a letter per usual

Dated it’s 100 degrees perpetual

Sent via the swift dromedary

Traversing her ways

On the odd and even days

It said the lion has come up from his thicket

And they’ve managed to void my lottery ticket

Drunk on wormwood in Widow City

Widow City’s drunk on wormwood

Tomorrow night when the sun sets at nine

I might need tangle myself with the degenerate plant of a strange little vine

And foxes on the mountain, girls

There’re foxes on the mountain, girls

So negotiate the deserts and pits

You can’t rely on your dimwits

Wag your head and clean your clocks

Ready for the rendezvous with the sticks and the stocks

Taught the wicked ones the ways

Said what was sent via the swift dromedary traversing on the odd and even days

Drunk on wormwood in Widow City

Widow City’s drunk on wormwood

Tomorrow night when the sun sets at nine

I might need tangle myself with the degenerate plant of a strange little vine

They’ve made my chain even heavier, if you can imagine

They’ve made my chain even heavier, if you can imagine

Drunk on wormwood in Widow City

Widow City’s drunk on wormwood

Tomorrow night when the sun sets at nine

I might need tangle myself with the degenerate plant of a strange little vine