The House That Dripped Blood - The Mountain Goats

Look beyond the broken bottles

Past the rotting wooden stairs

Root out the wine-dark honeyed center

Not everyone can live like billionaires

Look through the air-thin walls

Tear up the floorboards, strip the paint

Go over every inch of space with the patience of a saint

Grab your hat, get your coat

The cellar door is an open throat

Look past the kitchen cabinets

Go through the chest of drawers

Scrutinize the casements

Rip the varnish off the doors

Dig up the laughing photographs

They’re here somewhere or other

Take what you can carry

But let me tell you, brother

Still water’s going stagnant, bodies bloat

And the cellar door is an open throat