The Day of Rest

The Day of Rest - Howl (band)

When the harlots reappear

From the distance spilled the din

Dragging the withered bones

Of the clowns that rode them in

We'll glow

A deep red

We'll stay

In our own bed

Where once

We would never tread

Now on broken ground

We've become

The undead

When the skinners and the sharks

Lose their teeth and miss their skin

When the thumpers claw from their caskets

And the hookers proudly grin

We'll glow

A deep red

We'll stay

In our own bed

Where once

We would never tread

Now on broken ground

We've become

The undead

May the queer sh*t on your throne

And at last decide the end

May all the filthy mothers

Never wash again

And may everything dirty win