Spit Of Love

There's a howling at my window
I hear him closing in
That green-eyed jackal's got the scent
Knows I'll let him in
Slinks in by me at the fire
More bitter than the cold
And it's a rage as old as Hades
That'll sputter on these coals

That I'm calling on the Furies to let the toast begin
Roasting on the spit of love again
(The spit of love again)

I'll never have believed you
But I stick around for more
Something 'bout that hollow in your eyes
There's a darkness at the core
Well, it's got me slowly turning
And I'm basting on the bone
And I'm skewered like some drunken fool
In juices all my own

Calling the Furies' carrion choir
Singing me back upon the pyre
I'm roasting on that spit of love again
(Spit of love again)

You can call it what you want
But it's lying just the same
There's no mercy in these ashes, baby
When your love's a crying shame
And they're howling in the moonlight, baby
They're here to call my bluff
They're wondering if there'll ever come one day
When I'll have finally had enough

Well I'm calling on the Furies, to let the toast begin
I'm roasting on that spit of love again

Roasting on that spit of love
Spit of loving
Take this love

Spit of love

Spit of love