Widow City Songtext
von The Fiery Furnaces

Antioch agent wrote a letter per usual
Dated it′s 100 degrees perpetual
Sent via the swift dromedary

Traversing her ways
On the odd and even days
It said the lion has come up from his thicket
And they've managed to void my lottery ticket

Drunk on wormwood in Widow City
Widow City′s drunk on wormwood
Tomorrow night when the sun sets at nine
I might need tangle myself with the degenerate plant of a strange little vine


And foxes on the mountain, girls
There're foxes on the mountain, girls
So negotiate the deserts and pits
You can't rely on your dimwits

Wag your head and clean your clocks
Ready for the rendezvous with the sticks and the stocks
Taught the wicked ones the ways,
Said what was sent via the swift dromedary traversing on the odd and even days

Drunk on wormwood in Widow City
Widow City′s drunk on wormwood
Tomorrow night when the sun sets at nine
I might need tangle myself with the degenerate plant of a strange little vine

They′ve made my chain even heavier, if you can imagine
They've made my chain even heavier, if you can imagine

Drunk on wormwood in Widow City
Widow City′s drunk on wormwood
Tomorrow night when the sun sets at nine
I might need tangle myself with the degenerate plant of a strange little vine