Lyrics In Memory of Satan - The Mountain Goats

In Memory of Satan

Got my paintbox out last night
Stayed up late and wrecked this place
Woke up on the floor again
Cellphone stuck to the side of my face
Dead space on the other end
Perfect howl of emptiness
Cast my gaze around the room
Someone needs to clean up this mess
Tape up the windows
Call in a favor from an old friend
Make some scratches on my floor
Crawl down on my hands and knees
In old movies people scream
Choking on their fists when they see shadows like these
But not one screams cuz it’s just me
Locked up in myself
Never gonna get free
Something sacred something blue
Cannons in the harbor dawn
Crawled down here to dig for bones
One more season then I’m gone
Black drapes over the crosses
Call in a favor from an old friend