Sunday, September 28, 2008
dare i offend your delicate sensibilities?
bury me
build me a thrown of blood and bricks
so i can watch how the empty turn their tricks
and when it's made it'll all come back
the memory of how we lost track
so let's do it altogether or i'll whip you with the leather
and i'll tie you to a tether so you can knit me a little sweater
and then i'll make you worried 'cause you're certain to be buried
where Adam & Eve had hurried to produce their evil son
i've said it once, i've said it before,
i'll say it again, and then once more
no one's really sure just where he went
i'm made of fire, i'm made of ice
i've disappeared at least once or twice
you can forget me but i'll come back again
through the sandstorms and through the rain
the people still walk for endless days
we've forgotten now but it'll all come back again
it's time that you be shown the door
my prodigal son, there's nothing more
nothing left when you come back again
i dragged myself out of the bog
my figure stood out in the fog
you can bury me but i'll come back again