there is a town at the core of the earth - mark lenover lyrics

bury this monster beneath the old ferris*wheel
under the rats and the transient’s dusty heel
let the dogs at him and cover his wounds with lime
take all his clothes and jam nickels into his eyes
take him home to the freaks and the pageantry
make him one with the worms and the pigeon beaks
let the wicked sleep
but not to dream

there is a town at the core of the earth
it bleeds up and down through the roots and the dirt