You cry for the moon and laugh at the sun.
Common you painter, you son of the one,
Common you piper, you make them run.
You jeweler of hell and sweeper of heaven,
The keeper of men and souls forgiven.
Redeem us of the pain and suffering forever,
The guilt of generations and merciless fervor.
The doing of man and killing of man,
Fountains of blood and rivers that ran.
Stripped of flesh and bone I stand,
With a naked soul in my hand.
With eyes that lick the land,
and a vision that makes you blind.
A C and a D in the atmosphere,
An F-major to make it clear.
Wine in right, water in other,
someone's mistress, someone's mother.
The slippery ride down the hill,
The one that killed Jack and Jill.
The black sheep that had some wool,
The naughty boy that broke the rule.
Everything clears the wicked mind,
Nothing looks like the sight of the blind.
Hung from the rope by a lonely neck,
Steering life from the hopeless deck.
