Za's Stair - Horton Hume Lyrics

Here in the house of Horton Hume
Every soul wants to be your room
The gutters wink shut, the lizards bloom
Who on this night is going to croon
To this well of fading souls

Up in the dell of Ne'er Do Well
A highly adaptive creature dwells
She's part malaise, and part hair gel
The roaches stumble under her strong smell
She wears these walls away