The Bells Rang Twice
St. Paul's shadow gibbets the voice
Of the man on the sidewalk, crumpled and gruff
"Do you know why I can't get up?
Because I have no hope!"
And the bells rang twice
The bells rang twice
And the sound died
By suicide
(A mighty bastille is our god)
If a mother, stoked with love's rage
Were to breathe down the neck of your Boundless Unforgiver
Are you real certain he wouldn't renounce you
And your hideous fucking heart?
"Non-fucking-stop.
Non-fucking-st--
What else do we got?
We got locusts, we got guns
We got bullets, we got saws
I'm waking up now from the memory of not being born yet to see the waters rising, while off in the distance, through my opera glasses, I can see into the house of a thousand mansions, where the televangelist laps up caviar from his wife's flash frozen--
And I don't feel better about it
'Cause I know who I am
Lying 'bout the change in my pocket
(And the bells rang twice) In on the scam
(And the bells rang twice) In on the scam
(And the sound died) In on the scam
Autor(es): Todor Oluic
