Spit of Love - Live

There's a howling at my window
 I hear him closing in
 That green-eyed jackal's got the scent
 Knows I'll let him in
 Slinks in by me at the fire
 More bitter than the cold
 And it's a rage as old as Hades
 That'll sputter on these coals
 That I'm calling on the Furies to let the toast begin
 Roasting on the spit of love again
 (The spit of love again)
 I'll never have believed you
 But I stick around for more
 Something 'bout that hollow in your eyes
 There's a darkness at the core
 Well, it's got me slowly turning
 And I'm basting on the bone
 And I'm skewered like some drunken fool
 In juices all my own
 Calling the Furies' carrion choir
 Singing me back upon the pyre
 I'm roasting on that spit of love again
 (Spit of love again)
 You can call it what you want
 But it's lying just the same
 There's no mercy in these ashes, baby
 When your love's a crying shame
 And they're howling in the moonlight, baby
 They're here to call my bluff
 They're wondering if there'll ever come one day
 When I'll have finally had enough
 Well I'm calling on the Furies, to let the toast begin
 I'm roasting on that spit of love again
 Roasting on that spit of love
 Spit of loving
 Take this love
 Spit of love
 Spit of love