Spit Of Love

There's a howlin at my window, baby 
I hear him closin in 
That green-eyed jackal's got the scent 
Knows I'll let him in 
He 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 
I'm callin on the Furies, to let the toast begin 
I'm roasting on the spit of love again 
I never have believed you 
But I stick around for more 
Somethin bout that hollow in your eyes 
There's a darkness at the core 
Well, it's got me slowly turnin 
I'm basting on the bone 
I'm skewered like some drunken fool 
In juices all my own 
Callin the Furies' carrion choir 
Singin me back upon the pyre 
I'm roasting on that spit of love again 
You can call it what you want 
But it's lyin just the same 
There's no mercy in these ashes, baby 
When your love's a cryin shame 
And they're howlin in moonlight, baby 
They're here to call my bluff 
they're wonderin if there'll ever come a day 
When I'll have finally had enough 
I'm callin on the Furies, to let the toast begin 
I'm roasting on that spit of love again