St Vitus' Dance Songtext
von Tim Cameron

Somehow, you′re not yourself
Satanic toothpaste swills
As by a stranger's will
And the city that spat you out
Now sucks you in again
Like some unspeakable phlegm

Oh God, for a holiday
Steep stairs to climb your creeping cares away
From the subway blues
To the sway of the waiter′s lonely trance
We're all stepping to Saint Vitus' Dance

Cough till your throat goes numb
Don′t know who made the plague
Could have been anyone
All I know is, I hate this train
Out of the choking crowd
And back to the smoke again


But I know a place that′s free
Nobody there to take the air but me
Give me two good shoes
One pack and a pair of open hands
And I know he'll leave me be

St Vitus...
Seemed so far away before the battle in the sky
Just shy of Ashland, heading for the burn
We ate our snacks and watched the sun turn black
With glasses for the glare
Just a little scared
That light might not return

So back to the chorus line
Six fat figurines with loops and lies entwined
As the subway chews
On the humans who never stood a chance
There′s no stopping our
St Vitus' Dance