A Pot in Which to Piss Lyrics

Lyric discussion by Gus2763 

Cover art for A Pot in Which to Piss lyrics by Titus Andronicus

At the end of the song there is a piece from a Walt Whitman poem:

"And there and then and bathed by the rising sun, my son in his grave, in his rude-dug grave I deposited, Ending my vigil strange with that, vigil of night and battle-field dim, Vigil for boy of responding kisses, (never again on earth responding,) Vigil for comrade swiftly slain, vigil I never forget, how as day brighten’d, I rose from the chill ground and folded my soldier well in his blanket, And buried him where he fell."

read by craig finn from the hold steady.