Greasy Jungle

Greasy jungle, metropolis noir Easy tangles, the easiest so far I, I I drove down your road To Hazeldean where I tasted Your funeral home's Sandwiches and coffee I saw your hands melt Into one another I saw you grieve and grow Care a lot about one another I stood at your sink And I felt your warm water I washed your dishes And I looked out your kitchen window Where I saw a soulful Gymnast melt in the air and shudder Just above the snow Making moves that just weren't there I, I Velvet callow With wet hands, I turned out the lights And breathing shallow Hesitated then went upstairs Where I picked up your housecoat Dried my hands and touched your hair And just then you awoke You could never really barely care I, I I Greasy jungle, metropolis noir Folds to the dark --- Greasy Jungle - The Tragically Hip