Drainface
Bill Callahan
The man that made the god
The god that made birth painful
For our womanly sins
With eyes like retired hotel bedspreads
Done
His eyes are done
Done seeing, done comforting
Deliver more than ever
You came on my heart
I tried to wash it away
Nearly washed my poor heart
Clear down the drain
Every time you open your mouth
Dead or dying seagulls fall out
Fall out of your drainface
Your drainface!
Your drainface!
Your drainface!
And I wait for thе scream
