Spontaneous Human Consumption

[Verse 1] Two women, seven men Stepped off the tired bus again Tenth one hit the pavement fast Herbert watched, just doing math They dragged the body down the lane Tuesday rules, the same old game Chewed their dinner in the dark Left the bones and teeth and heart [Chorus] Herbert’s Tuesday smelled like perfume Rot and roses filling up the room He just shrugged and kicked off his shoes Another small apocalypse on the evening news [Verse 2] He crawled in bed, a quiet fart Bloomed like flowers in a cart Ten-year habit, same old sheet One more body, one more feast But she went walking down the hall Pillow tucked against the wall Porcelain boat, her chosen ark Crackers crackling in the dark [Chorus] Herbert’s Tuesday smelled like perfume Rot and roses filling up the room She built a raft out of crumbs and gloom Another small apocalypse in the upstairs bathroom [Bridge] Was it the smell or the decade of Tuesdays? Was it the bus and the bodies they praised? He stared at the door she stared at the drain Both counting reasons not to explain [Chorus] Herbert’s Tuesday smelled like perfume Rot and roses blooming into bloom He’s in bed she’s sailing the flume Two quiet disappearances in the same small room