The Foot of Our Stairs

We sleep by the ever-bright
Hole in the door
Eat in the corner
Talk to the floor

Cheating the spiders
Who come to say: Please
(Politely)
They bend at the knees

Well I'll go to the foot
Of our stairs

Old gentlemen talk of when
They were young
Of ladies lost
And erring sons

Lace-covered dandies
Revel with friends
Pure as the truth
Tied at both ends

Well I'll go to the foot
Of our stairs

Scented cathedral spire
Pointed down
We pray for souls
In Kentish Town

A delicate hush
The gods, floating by
Wishing us well
Pie in the sky

God of ages
Lord of Time
Mine is the right
To be wrong

Well I'll go to the foot
Of our stairs

Jack rabbit mister
Spawn a new breed
Of love-hungry pilgrims
No bodies to feed

Show me a good man
And I'll show you the door
The last hymn is sung
And the devil cries: More

Well, I'm all for leaving
And that being done
I've put in a request
To take up my turn

In that forsaken paradise
That calls itself Hell
Where no one has nothing
And nothing is well
Meaning fool
Pick up thy bed
And rise up from your gloom
Smiling

Give me your hate
And do as the loving
Heathen do