Smell of sulfur, cloven hoof,
Birds were gathering on the roof.
Faint voices, scratching sounds.
If this keeps up, i may never come down.
By the time i snapped out of it, there was nothing left.
By the time i snapped out of it, there was nothing left.
By the time i snapped out of it, you were long gone.
By the time i snapped out of it, you were long gone.

Spinning numbers, shepherd songs,
Birds singing all the time -- all wrong.
Aunt margaret, cotton-eyed joe,
They swear they're my friends, but i don't think so.

By the time i snapped out of it, there was nothing left.
By the time i snapped out of it, there was nothing left.
By the time i snapped out of it, you were long gone.
By the time i snapped out of it, you were long gone.