Squeaky Wheel

What's that?
Here come the claps and pitter-pats
A procession of the revenant
Turn away
A little change for a rainy day
But the storm clouds are rolling in

Meanwhile
We're filling up with a yellow bile
Black bile was always there
Gotta let it out
Cast down and disavowed
Our miasma hanging in the air

The hellfire preacher working that crowd
Talking so loud
We believe now

They said
We fight the scourge with pertinence
And pestilence is waiting on the line
Sipping strychnine for the first time
What a time, what a time
What a time, what a time
To be alive

The hellfire preacher working that crowd
Talking so loud
Our flesh will die, but we linger in life
Does it hurt to hurt a fly?

Does it hurt to hurt a fly?
What a time to be alive
Does it hurt to hurt a fly?
What a time to be alive
Does it hurt to hurt a fly?
What a time to be alive
Does it hurt to hurt a fly?
What a time to be alive

The hellfire preacher working that crowd
Talking so loud
Our flesh will die, but we linger in life
Does it hurt to hurt a fly?

Does it hurt?
Does it hurt?
Does it hurt?
Does it hurt?
Our flesh will die, but we linger in life
A spectre arrives to purify
Does it hurt?
Does it hurt?
Our flesh will die, but we linger in life
A spectre arrives to purify
Does it hurt?
Does it hurt?
Our flesh will die, but we linger in life
Our flesh will die, but we linger in life
Our flesh will die, but we linger in life
Our flesh will die, but we linger in life
Our flesh will die, but we linger in life
Our flesh will die, but we linger in life
Our flesh will die, but we linger in life
Our flesh will die, but we linger in life
I'm the preacher now
I'm the preacher now
I'm the preacher now
I'm the preacher now
I'm the preacher now
I'm the preacher now