The Mountain Goats — Chilean Fire Barrel

Smell of sulfur, cloven hoof Birds were gathering on the roof Faint voices, scratching sounds If this keeps up, I may never come down By the time I snapped out of it, there was nothing left By the time I snapped out of it, there was nothing left By the time I snapped out of it, you were long gone By the time I snapped out of it, you were long gone Spinning numbers, shepherd songs Birds singing all the time, all wrong Aunt Margaret, Cotton-Eyed Joe They swear they're my friends, but I don't think so By the time I snapped out of it, there was nothing left By the time I snapped out of it, there was nothing left By the time I snapped out of it, you were long gone By the time I snapped out of it, you were long gone