The Fiery Furnaces - Widow City lyrics

Antioch agent wrote a letter per usual Dated it's 100 degrees perpetual Sent via the swift dromedary Traversing her ways On the odd and even days It said the lion has come up from his thicket And they've managed to void my lottery ticket Drunk on wormwood in Widow City Widow City's drunk on wormwood Tomorrow night when the sun sets at nine I might need tangle myself with the degenerate plant of a strange little vine And foxes on the mountain, girls There're foxes on the mountain, girls So negotiate the deserts and pits You can't rely on your dimwits Wag your head and clean your clocks Ready for the rendezvous with the sticks and the stocks Taught the wicked ones the ways, Said what was sent via the swift dromedary traversing on the odd and even days Drunk on wormwood in Widow City Widow City's drunk on wormwood Tomorrow night when the sun sets at nine I might need tangle myself with the degenerate plant of a strange little vine They've made my chain even heavier, if you can imagine They've made my chain even heavier, if you can imagine Drunk on wormwood in Widow City Widow City's drunk on wormwood Tomorrow night when the sun sets at nine I might need tangle myself with the degenerate plant of a strange little vine