[Verse 1: Cavernous booming male MC, huge and slow on the stone kick] Six hundred years on a corner of stone Wings full of pigeons and a mouth like a trench I was here for the plague and I was here for the kings I was here when they hung a thief on the bench Every Halloween the tour group comes With a kid in a cape and a guide with a light They point at my teeth and they scream like it's fun And I sit on the ledge and I keep it polite I got a face like a fight and a throat like a pipe And the rain on this roof is a job, not a curse [Hook: Cavernous booming male MC] I'm a spitter, I'm a spitter, I've been spitting off the ledge Every drop that hits this roof goes through my teeth and off the edge Go on and scream up at my face, go on and cross your chest I'm ugly so the saints stay dry, I spit so they can rest [Verse 2: Cavernous booming male MC, colder, the drones get louder] New dean came in with a clipboard and a frown Said "these faces are a bad look for the town" Said "the brochure wants angels and the donors want peace" So he sent a man up with a bucket of grease And a plug made of lead that he shoved in my jaw Then he did it to my brothers on the whole south wall Twenty stone faces with our mouths shut tight On the thirty-first of October, at the end of the light And he smiled at the tour like he did 'em a favor I just looked at the clouds, and the clouds said later [Bridge: Cavernous booming male MC, gutter pour, rainwater rushes out on the fastest bar] Midnight, Halloween, and the rain comes in hard Nowhere to go, so it walks down the yard Down the walls, down the glass, down the saint with the sword Down the gold on the altar of the poor little lord It's soaking the plaster, it's rotting the beams It's ruining the paint and the dean's little dreams Open my mouth [Verse 3: Cavernous booming male MC, the full beat back, triumphant and grim] Dawn on the first and the dean's on a ladder Shaking in his robe, and the walls getting sadder Pulling out the lead with his soft little hands Now he finally knows what the monster's for, he understands I spit on the street and I spit on his shoes And I spit on the tour, 'cause it's mine to choose The ugliest thing on the whole church face Is the only reason any of it's still in place So scream when you see me, I like it, it's art But the gutter is the monster and the monster is the heart [Hook: Cavernous booming male MC] I'm a spitter, I'm a spitter, I've been spitting off the ledge Every drop that hits this roof goes through my teeth and off the edge Go on and scream up at my face, go on and cross your chest I'm ugly so the saints stay dry, I spit so they can rest [End]
