by Jason Tiffany
The lights went out when I spoke your name.I prayed for tomorrow but tomorrow never came.
I prayed for a savior, I knew there was none,
so I raised up my fist to block out the sun.
I danced on the broken earth and howled at the shattered moon.
I laughed at the beginning whose end was coming soon.
I laughed at the lightening that ripped open the sky.
On that, the darkest day, even tears would learn to cry.
That was the day that pleasure died and the sinners skinned the saints,
their sins were washed away by the black of oily rains.
I was scattered on on the winds but the winds blew no more.
I tried to count the cost...
I lost track of the score.
We crucified the ministers, put all the priests in chains
and waiting for deliverance the bastards still remain.
The gods, they all went crazy a long, long time ago,
and still their selling tickets to this three ring circus show.
The jesus freaks, they wander on the broken streets below.
While they're waiting for the train to come they've got no where to go.
Down on Hell's own avenue the Bone Dogs worship Cain.
They're kissing all the open wounds and singing this refrain:
"Life is for the buzzards, Death is for the soul.
A bucket full of dreams is worth a handfull of coal.
There ain't no high road to Heaven. There ain't no low road to Hell.
There ain't no water in dried up well."
In a pot of boiling tears they're cooking up the kill,
they carve with greasy hands and wait to eat their fill.
They love the little children, leave money on their beds,
after pulling all the teeth out of their sleeping heads.
The righteous and the wicked will give you this advice:
You can always be a dead man but you can never be one twice.
So I sit beneath the Tree of Bitterness and Woe
and wonder in the thunder, where did the seasons go?
The demons never come here and the angels never did,
but the mutants make their kingdom beneath the sewer grids.
Fire gives no warmth here, the water leaves you dry.
The wine, it tastes of bitterness, and nothing gets you high.
All a man has are dreams here and dreams aren't much at all,
just half-remembered memories,
the memories of the Fall.
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