Mark Lenover - It Howls Lyrics
It came up from the wetlands, under Waverly HillIt came, quiet and crazy, then it stood perfectly stillIt stunk of the tunnel, it stunk of dying too youngIt had ash on it's eyelids and it had snow in it's lungsAnd the evening came running, like a slave at it's beck and callIt's girls hide in letters, and they play in it's hallsIt's boys sleep in garbage, and they come when they're calledIt, cringing, comes at you it's teeth chattering in timeIt cracks at it's sternum, and it's light of it's mindIt whispers and worries, as the vandals on watch unwindIt fell at Wood-haven, and lay splintered and coldOn a heavy foundation, sinking into the soilIt stinks of the tunnel, and it's casts are undoneIt's got ash on it's eyelids, it's got blood on it's tongueSo in a bed of old rafters it takes the wind to it's lungs and howls'