Under Control - Ben Caplan

There’s a churning, There’s a churning, There’s a churning around

I can’t fall asleep and the drugs won’t stay down

There’s a burning, There’s a burning, There's a burning I’ve

Found.

It’s deep in the pit Where the blood pumps around

All children are laughing outside.

The work never sleeps and there is no where

to hide

It’s under control far as anyone seen

But there ain’t enough shit to climb out the latrine

There’s a witness, There’s a witness, There’s a witness out there We’ve got to

pretend that the moneys still here

There’s a knocking, There’s a knocking, There’s a knock at the door We’ll tell

them that uncle don’t live here no more

All the angels are crying down stairs the brandy’s run out but their god never

cares

Just grab them and tell them the evenings been ruined and his robes reek of

failure and cheep french perfume

There’s a tinkering, There’s a tinkering, There’s a tinkerer in town she’ll fix

everything till the moneys been found

There’s a watchman, There’s a watchman and he’s guarding the door with a drink

in his hand and a gun on the floor

And the monsters blew in through the sewers again and they spend every night

making evermore friends

They’ve conquered the bowels of Paris and now They have every intention of

Taking the town

There’s a bottle, There’s a bottle, There’s a bottle in my bed It helps me to

reach for the switch in my head

There’s a madness, There’s a madness at bay but a cold wind will blow down the

levee some day

A trade of blows but the doctors been hanged

In a white little house oh the telephone rang and It’s under control far as

anyone seen

But there ain’t enough shit to climb out the latrine