Terrible Swift Sword

Hock filet of sacred cow
We’ll spit in your void just to shock and annoy
Irreverent and impious
And if it’s wrong we got no qualm
See, it took a thousand years to earn some basic pride
These flagellant crackers could spook a passerby
We rolled the heads of kings who denied
They were wrong, now they’re dead wrong
Yes, we know Submission’s bitter taste was force of fate
And the consequent shame put a battered wife in chains
But carve a path to Bedlam?
Dyslexic son, you’ll be dry wrung
Jenny cried when safe at home
Seems the Good Fight was crux enough to bear(ly) make her whole love
But then her bombs are kumbayas
And when the real bombs fall supple skin goes lost
Your fizzled, barren waste, the pace of glacier ice
Desperate for once but befitting tired eyes
How and when to socialize?
When you’ll be wrong you’ll be dead wrong
It took a thousand years to earn some basic pride
Desperate for once but befitting tired eyes
Hold a bag of heads with dry palms
When you be wrong you be dead wrong
See them busted dinar shiz be tearing up the stalls
And as the clocks drift away
Clock is ticking violently
You’ll build a bonfire
We got you longing for blame that you could place worlds away
Once in a while
When you’re down in your gall
You’ll need to tear up the town
We got you crying on and on
“This godforsaken song, God forsake it” on and on…
You’ll build a bonfire to burn my words
When you’re down in your gall
An oath sworn efface desert towns
When you rise up for war
A quixotic death, face down
We got you crying on and on
“This godforsaken song, God forsake it” on and on…
You’ll build a bonfire to burn my words
The other night, caught your sister in the nude
We sang on and on and on
We let the pale light into the room
Showing all and all and all
We’ll understand if you run to the tomb
Shame and all and all and all
We let the pale light into the room
Showing all and all and all