Kristin Hersh - Between Piety And Desire lyrics

Incense, strawberry candles and soap Way to butcher a street There are spells, dizzying spells You can smell them coming A torture on the breeze Did you call me? What did you call me? Trying to turn the other cheek All clean junkies miss dirty secrets We're gonna die so what the f** We're only here through sheer dumb luck And we don't like the sh** between piety and desire No we don't like the sh** Cuz we belong in it