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