[Verse 1] I did the jobs October handed I took the plate. I took the mile I took the hush they sewed into me I took the frost. I took the file I thought a worker could stay empty I thought a custom left you clean Then I stood up in my own kitchen And I tasted what I had been Not my coffee. Not my hunger Not the bread I bought to live Everybody’s unfinished October Sitting in me like a sieve [Pre-Chorus] Not a ghost Not a thrill Not a story I can sell A belly A throat A rented little hell [Chorus] Full of everybody’s rot That is what the work became Full of everybody’s rot I can hardly say my name If the corpse road is a service Then the service has a cost Full of everybody’s rot And I am what the village lost [Verse 2] The widow’s share is in here somewhere The second ledger. The cold rooms The coat that took the first white writing The prayer that died against the stones The apple with the iron in it The candy hanging on the door The pins. The cloth. The extra bite I took so they could sleep once more I was useful. I was paid I was quiet. I was used Now I walk the living street Like a dump where years get bruised [Pre-Chorus] Not a ghost Not a thrill Not a costume I can doff A season A town I swallowed and cannot cough [Chorus] Full of everybody’s rot That is what the work became Full of everybody’s rot I can hardly say my name If the corpse road is a service Then the service has a cost Full of everybody’s rot And I am what the village lost [Verse 3] At the lychgate I tried to leave it Like a coat upon the peg The iron would not take a burden That had already learned my legs The far field would not take it either It already had the boxed and named What I carry is the leftover The part no ground has claimed So I keep it. I keep walking I keep water running hot A man can rinse a pair of hands And still be full of everybody’s rot [Bridge] Do not thank me Do not pity Do not make me into myth I am the mouth the town required When the truth was too thick Hire me Pay me Then go home That was always The arrangement I just did not know I would be the monument [Breakdown] Take Take Hold Take Take Hold Their year My skin This is how The rot gets in [Verse 4] Morning people hang their lanterns They laugh like the night was play They do not ask who ate the portion That let them wake and call it day I nod. I buy my bread. I leave I do not stand there to be seen A holiday is just a lid They put on what I have been If October still wants its due It can find some other throat I am at capacity I am the last unpaid note [Chorus] Full of everybody’s rot That is what the work became Full of everybody’s rot I can hardly say my name If the corpse road is a service Then the service has a cost Full of everybody’s rot And I am what the village lost [Final Chorus] Full of everybody’s rot I still make the coffee black Full of everybody’s rot I still walk the living track If you meet me on that dead mile Do not offer me a plate I already hold the village And I cannot hold the weight [Outro] Sink running Mouth shut Town pretty I am what They would not Keep
