[SCENE: THE DUST-CHOKED STAGE] [SOUND: A DRONING, DISTORTED SYNTH PULSE RESEMBLING A MECHANICAL FIDDLE] [VOCAL TEXTURE: HARSH, WHISPERED GROWL] [VERSE 1] Swing your partner by the rusted chain Ignore the hunger, ignore the drain Yellow dust in a hollow lung A bitter song on a silver tongue (Al-uh-mand) left with a heavy boot Tear the spirit from the root Circle up in the gravel pit This is the end of it [CHORUS] [SOUND: STOMPING FEET SYNCHED WITH INDUSTRIAL KICK DRUMS] DO-SI-DO IN THE DUMPSTER FIRE SPIN THE COG AND STOKE THE PYRE PROMENADE ON BROKEN GLASS WAIT FOR THE LIGHT THAT’LL NEVER PASS GRAB A HAND, FEEL THE COLD DO EXACTLY WHAT YOU’RE TOLD ONE STEP LEFT, TWO STEPS BACK EVERYTHING TURNS TO BLACK [VERSE 2] The youth pastor’s grin is a plastic mold The leather jacket’s growing old Eye contact with a nameless face Spinning in this wretched space (Bow) to the corner, (bow) to the king Hear the gears and the sirens sing Sweat is dripping like liquid lead Dancing circles with the dead [CHORUS] DO-SI-DO IN THE DUMPSTER FIRE SPIN THE COG AND STOKE THE PYRE PROMENADE ON BROKEN GLASS WAIT FOR THE LIGHT THAT’LL NEVER PASS GRAB A HAND, FEEL THE COLD DO EXACTLY WHAT YOU’RE TOLD ONE STEP LEFT, TWO STEPS BACK EVERYTHING TURNS TO BLACK [BRIDGE] [SOUND: FEEDBACK SCREECH INTERPRETING A FIDDLE SOLO] [VOCAL TEXTURE: INCREASING VELOCITY] Spin (spin) Spin (spin) If you fall, it was meant to be In the dirt for the world to see Forty-seven dollars on the line Everything is (per-fekt-ly) fine Spin until the floor is slick The air is heavy, the air is thick [OUTRO] [SOUND: SUDDEN SILENCE, ONLY THE HUM OF A RADIATOR] This sucks. [STINGER]
