You went away to Stockholm for a weeknYou came back with some scratch-marks on your cheeksnThe towers line the highway and they crynFrom deep down in their guts until they diennThe water tower crew are total devilsnToxicity near saturation levelsnI rise up and greet the daynSee the serpents rising from the claynnYou were headed down to Salzburg for the nightnAll my hair was turning whitenYou and your crew were good to gonSo many people that we�ll never really knownnI saw the city men they make me laughnDigging up the cables, cutting them in halfnI watch the ancient sun until it ballsnSee the serpents coming through the walls