standing in your shadow to eclipse me
strip me of my light
staring out the window
I can't tell if it's day or night
and the sun may glow like a big red ova
or explode as a supernova
and everything I hold may spin out of control
and suck me out into a big black hole
well it's cold here in scare-city
it's a pity I'm still hanging 'round
throwing bones to the dog that bit me
and spitting on the fertile ground

how'd I get to be so small
someone give me back my sword
well I'll back myself against the wall
till there's nowhere left to go but forward
and love may mock me like a folly
or lick my wounds with the tongue of kali
and I can fan the flames or sit here in the smoke
then who's to blame when I start to choke
well it's cold here in scare-city
it's a pity I'm still hanging 'round
throwing bones to the dog that bit me
and spitting on the fertile ground