(Verse 1) Porcelain skin under fluorescent glow, Waiting in the dark for the handle to go. Every visitor carries a secret, Every secret eventually flows. Will it be the light step, the sanctuary breath? Or the heavy, marching thunder of a gastrointestinal death? I feel the floorboards shifting through my porcelain feet, Someone’s turning down the hallway, rushing to the seat. (Chorus) Is it a fresh breeze? A perfume-filled sigh? Escaping from a bad date, just watching cars go by? Or is it the beast? The beer-soaked swede of a man? Who swallowed four burritos from a grease-soaked van?! Ooh, bracing for the impact! Ooh, a structural attack! Will it be a gentle drop, or a cataclysmic crack? (Verse 2) Her heels are clicking lightly, she’s checking in the glass, Just hiding from a toxic text, letting minutes pass. She touches up her lipstick, she leaves a trace of scent, A momentary peace before the evening is spent. Or... Is that the door slamming off its frame? Heavy breathing, sweating, calling out my name? The lunch-hour burrito is a ticking time bomb, And mercy left this body when he threw away the psalm. (Chorus) Is it a fresh breeze? A perfume-filled sigh? Escaping from a bad date, just watching cars go by? Or is it the beast? The beer-soaked swede of a man? Who swallowed four burritos from a grease-soaked van?! Ooh, bracing for the impact! Ooh, a structural attack! Will it be a gentle drop, or a cataclysmic crack? (Bridge) System warning. U-bend pressure exceeding maximum tolerance. Standby for thermal and chemical distress. May God have mercy on this plumbing. (Outro) ...It was the burritos.
