The Mars Volta DE-LOUSED IN THE COMATORIUM Drunkship of Lanterns You've got the lot to burn A shelve of pig smotherd cries Is there a spirit that spits Upon the exit of signs Is anybody there These steps keep on growing long Bayonet trials rust propellers await No Nobody is heard Rowing sheep smiles for the dead Nobody is heard An antiquated home Afloat with engines on mute Sui generis ship spined around the yard Is anybody there These craft only multiply At the nape of ruins rust propellers await No Nobody is heard compass wilting in the wind Nobody is heard Rowing sheep smile for the dead Tansoceanic depth in this earth In this cenotaph Lash of one thousand eye brows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll You've got the lot to burn A shelve of pig smothered cries Is there a spirit that spits upon the exit of signs Is anybody there These steps keep on growing long Bayonet trials rust propellers await No Nobody is heard compass wilting in the wind Nobody is heard rowing sheep smile for the dead Transoceanic depth in this earth in this cenotaph Carpel jets Hit the ground Carpel jets Hit the ground Carpel jets Hit the ground Carpel jets Hit the ground Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll