All my clothes just hang aboutnI hang them there to air them outnThey hang like wasted corpses donAnd it could do the same to younWe'll all go togethernFlogged by a feathernSwimming through this punters' tombnThe air is thick with death's perfumenThe pots and glasses mark the placesnNoses fell right off their facesnWe'll all go togethernFlogged by a feathernI heard you're giving up, I heard you're gonna give up todaynThat's what you always saynI heard you're giving up, I heard you're gonna give up for goodnWell, if only you wouldnBut it's hard to tell whether you're being flogged by a feather until it's overnWith yellow teeth and yellow skinnYou can see it does get itnAll these bodies run aground on their own Prince William SoundnWe'll all go togethernFlogged by a feathernBut it's not the only price you paynSo bludging is the only waynBut I don't need to take a puffnThe ambience is quite enoughnWe'll all go togethernFlogged by a feather