"Opiates" lyrics - THROWING MUSES

THROWING MUSES
"Opiates"

In spite of everything like redoubled efforts to glide backward
To go in both directions
This dumb boat still doesn't fly
And that's no way to let a body down

I believe in balancing after a month of midnights in hot water
Scalded under holy water punctuated with the punch of opiates
And that's no way to bring a body down

Standing with a bulging fist of nickels for the parking meter
That's the art and science part of your eccentric sleight of hand
And that's no way to cool a body down

I believe in violencing after a feast of fasting on hot water
Scalded within by holy sin punctuated with a punch of opiates
And that's no way to bring a body down