Anus of the Night

It ain't 8 o'clock
It ain't 12
There ain't a number that applies (oh well)
It's that time you got those circles on your eyes
The anus, the anus of the night

Dream interrupted
It was goin on so well
Baby's hungry
And who else can she tell?
You drag your leaden ass into the bleary light
The anus, the anus of the night

It ain't 2 o'clock
It ain't 4
It always catch you by surprise (oh no)
It's that feeling you could murder your own wife
The anus, the anus of the night

The dark, the chocolate silky dark
You're on a raft, float slowly through the park
The light caress of a gossamer scarf
Shattered by a piercing car alarm

It ain't 9 o'clock
It ain't 5
It disregards what you have planned (oh my)
It finds your weakness and displays it like a prize
The anus, the anus of the night

Cotton mouth by
Sandy eyes by
Knockin at the door
Stub your toes on toys out in the middle of the floor
The hours crawlin through your withered hobbled mind
The bed is calling but you have to cut the line
The bile thickens to a coat on your insides
The anus, the anus of the night