on the way here through the bright
est of years with an orange tint
to the atmosphere there were spinning
skies and the waters did rise
and all the good advice couldn’t
keep us in line is it weird
when it’s breathing so near howling
all in your ears could bring a stone
to tears and what will you do when
it crawls up on you prowling all in your room
and we all are born a new hoo hoo
are my legs sore won’t you pack it up
won’t you pack it up hoo hoo
are my legs sore won’t you pack it up
won’t you pack it up
there’s a low moan in the eaves
and shadow sin the death throes
of your calicos as the snow flakes rise
through the street lights outside
i hold you too tight kiss the coins from your eyes
emily you’re the violence i need steam
and metal and speed and thoughts to sew
the seeds you bathe in the feartill the coal
has gone clear diamond hardened
and cleaved make a promise you
can keep hoo hoo
are my legs sore won’t you pack it up
won’t you pack it up hoo hoo
are my legs sore wanna pack it up
won’t you pack it up