Like carillon bells,
the house of Au gustus rings
With the echoing hymn of my fellow passerine,
they took to it
Like a fox to a burrow,
like an eagle to an aerie
And my god, it's getting hard to even
hum a single thing, 'cause
You were the song that I'd always sing
You were the light that
the fire would bring
But I can't shake this feeling
that I was only
Pushing the spear into your
side again
See, my birds of a kind,
the more and more are looking like
Centurions than any little mes
siah (messiah)
As I prune my feathers like
leaves from a vine
I find that we have fewer
and fewer in kind, but
My palms and fingers still
reek of gasoline
From throwing fuel to the fire of
that Greco-Roman dream
dream
Purifying the holy rock to
melt the gilded seams
It don't bring me relief, no,
it don't bring me nothing that
You were the song that I'd always sing
You were the light that
the fire would bring
But I can't shake this
feeling that I was only
Pushing the spear into your side again and again and again
When he comes a knocking at my door
What am I to do, what am I to do,
oh, Lord?
When the cold wind rolls
in from the north
What am I to do, what am I to do,
oh, Lord? (Oh, Lord)
When he comes a knocking at my door
What am I to do, what am I to do,
oh, Lord? (Oh, Lord)
When the cold wind rolls
in from the north
What am I to do, what am I to do,
oh, Lord? (Oh, Lord)
When he comes a knocking at my
door (at my door)
What am I to do, what am I to do,
oh, Lord? (Oh, Lord)
When the cold wind rolls in from
the north (from the north)
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh, Lord?