song title / lyrics

"Water of Oblivion" by the IOD

Oh, what a terrible scene
Face-first at the ghost autopsy
Surgeons smoking Camels in the hallway
Nurses serving melons on an ice tray

Atlases of blood on my smock
Compasses in drag posing as rocks
Morticians playing hooky by the docks
Where the water of oblivion talks

Chorus:
Take off your shoes
When you enter grandma's house
Where the chandeliers burn sound,
Misunderstood on the ground
Take off your mask
When you prance upon the beach
Where the water of oblivion
Crashes just out of reach

My, see the lust in his eyes
Seeing through the vicar's disguise
Spouting homilies on the bad reef
Doling out hosts to the thief

When will they come back again?
On ragged boats shaped like Big Ben?
When shipwrecked bakers shout out 'amen!
We're the water of oblivion!'