Down in the shit pits of time
Down in the shit pits of time
Sometimes I feel.... I'm not worth a dime
Down in the shit pits of time

Grab a shovel, get to work
If you ever get a spark, in the dark
In the tunnel, we'll take your idea
Flush you down to cesspool 49

Each day.... I wake to...
Roses at my window
Take my lunch to work
Big ones rise to the top

Seems like my shovel is breaking
Load of the world is taking
Its toll on me
When will I be free?

I wake in the night
Haunted at the sight
Ten billion gallons of effluvia
Pour from the final drain

In the pit, the dregs
The muck, the steaming
Smelly bottom of the turd counting world
No angel ever seen

Five o’clock, town is waking
Every throne is flushing
Down hill to the bottom of the universe
Where the shit shoveler is waiting

My work is not rosy
Nobody knows who I am
Before the sun is rising
Tidal wave takes me away

My eye sees only beauty
Nose knows nothing... at all
I know only the night
City glowing in the fog

Hooverville across the river
Where cold men shiver
Bottles of wine, from cans they dine
Fire in the mushy bogs

Heaps and piles
Of hu-ma-ni-ty
Paup-er-ville of corpses
Rusting old boneyards

Ancient broken cars
Debtors prison, junkyard dogs
The final slaughterhouses
These are near to me

Down in the shit pits of time
Down in the shit pits of time
Sometimes I feel.... I'm not worth a dime
Down in the shit pits of time

(Fade out)
Down in the shit pits of time
Down in the shit pits of time
Sometimes I feel.... I'm not worth a dime
Down in the shit pits of time
Down in the shit pits of time
Down in the shit pits of time