[Lyric] For the Pickling (The Fell.)

Spin a song out in the gaps
And what happens after that?
Hidden in the scullery
A worried orb white-heated

Cars are going
Nails growing
Cells replacing
Over and over again

Seethe and soak in pickled grudge
As I do the washing up
Fester in forgotten slights
And other wrongs imagined

Scoop the leavings
From the plughole
Pickled in the brine

Dogs are loosing
From their shackles
Right before my eyes again