Monster Fists

The tongues of fire write on the wall
But I can't see, I'm watching TV
And she's heavy-handed, she's heavy-handed
10 AM, 10 PM, doesn't matter much to me
Think I'll sit down and have a beer
I can't remember why I got up today
Always thought it would be simpler this way
Now I'd love to sleep for a year

All the sparks fade slowly in the end
But I can't see, I'm watching TV
And she's heavy-handed, she's heavy-handed
She's heavy-handed, she's heavy-handed

Lepidoptera crowd me in an amorous halo
I can't see events happening past the afterglow
Even though there are waves and tiny pinpoints and pixels
And two slits in front of my head for a view

All the sparks fade slowly in the end
But I can't see, I'm watching TV
And she's heavy-handed, she's heavy-handed
She's heavy-handed, she's heavy-handed

My cohorts arouse me to investigate noises down below, low, low
I'm the third wheel and we all know it
While she's stealing what she feels to be rightfully her own
I lie low, low, low like a coward and she frowns at me

And hides from the monster fists in here, don't let anybody near me
We'll need superhero costumes, band together as a team
Racing, ducking through the rat hole alleys
Weaving underneath the buildings
It's a panic, it's an omniscient paranoia routine

The hardest that we know, the hardest that we stood
Seems to low, low, low when we do any good
We're traversing an icy pond to a boat marooned in the snow
Lie low, low, low
Don't let watching eyes know
That she's heavy-handed, she's heavy-handed
She's heavy-handed, she's heavy-handed