The Shaggs Reunion Tour

Deep red basement walls begrimed with black soot
The room empty except for pipes and wires and me
I heard music and dancing above on the street

A terra cotta bust, like some relic from Pompei
Scuttled crablike across the gritty floor
Empty eyes inquired why I was alone

I tried to say that all the action was upstairs
Which made me realize and decide
To bring the ancient thing outside

The head sank into a hole in the floor
I wrapped my fingers around its face
It held me fast, I was entombed
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