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 the scream