Tragedy is clean
Like a flush, like a rocket
Like a twelve chambered heart
Like that dog in the rocket
And the time that you spent from your eyes to the cooler
Lifting her skirt like a mormon hooked on junk
Like a two hour day,
Like a monkey, like a monk
And the time that you spent from your eyes to the cooler
Makes me remember
Those ladders to fire.
Stumbling again from the church to the joint
Where it's two on a tuesday and there still is no point
And the time that you spent from your eyes to the cooler
When a walk is just stumbling over pigeon toed feet
And you trail by the temple housing huge dogs in heat
And the way that they hustle from their partners to the cooler
Makes me remember
Those ladders to fire,
You're weak
Coming on strong
You're weak
Coming on strong
You're weak
Coming on strong
But you're weak
Ladders to fire
Ladders to fire
Ladders to fire
With the ants, with the gargles, and your god damn electric
and the time that you spent from your eyes to the cooler
Every three semi men who are whole when you're working
Give a job to the chaos and the girls that they work in
and the stained yellow nightgown tells a fable that's unending
Makes me remember
And the time that you spent from your eyes to the cooler
And the time that you spent from your eyes to the cooler
And the time that you spent from your eyes to the cooler
And the time that you spent from your eyes to the cooler
Ladders to fire,
Ladders to fire
Ladders to fire
Come home.