Cleaner - Chokebore

Cleaner - Chokebore
She died during a thunderstorm
On the darkest morning in
Years and I was ruined and
Undone and left raining
Like a leaf it was fourteen
Degrees blow on a
Screeching march 23
Don't look me in the eyes now
There ain't nothing in there
To see jet black slick
And wide and glued to the
Walls
Last night the
Whole of hell came down to
Bathe and dine with
Us and I met the strangest
Woman with skin that
Smelled like rust she said
I've been in a crowd
Of thousands and each one
Had eyes like you yes
I've been in front
Of millions and they all had
Eyes like you jet black
Slick and wide and glued
To the walls
Jet black
Slick and wide and glued
To the walls