The empty hand of innocence
Transfusing street of the sorrows
And children of the wood
Hounded, shreding all veils
And winding all sheets of the dead world droning
Overturning tables laden with silver sacrificial birds
Beating goat-skin drums
Advancing with hands out-stretched
And we keep filling them with mercury nitrate, asbestos
Baby bombs blasting blue
Scavengers picking through the ashes
Children of the mills!
Children of the junkyards!
Sleepy, illiterate, fuzzy little rats
Haunted, paint-sniffin’
Stoned out of their shaved heads
Forgotten, foraging, mystical children
Foul-mouthed, glassy eyed, hallucinating
The empty hand of innocence Transfusing street of the sorrows And children of the wood Hounded, shreding all veils And winding all sheets of the dead world droning Overturning tables laden with silver sacrificial birds Beating goat-skin drums Advancing with hands out-stretched And we keep filling them with mercury nitrate, asbestos Baby bombs blasting blue Scavengers picking through the ashes Children of the mills! Children of the junkyards! Sleepy, illiterate, fuzzy little rats Haunted, paint-sniffin’ Stoned out of their shaved heads Forgotten, foraging, mystical children Foul-mouthed, glassy eyed, hallucinating