We were just kids
Convincing ourselves we had seen
St Franics’ statue move
They ran ahead of me
Ran out of the sacristy laughing
I knew a real archangel once
All nipping away at the pain of laughter
Listening from the core of quiet to the despair
That lies at the bottom of your heart
They are the winds
The thoughts between the hours that keep you at bay
And in the prophetic year
For forty days and seven hours
I witnessed
The multitudes freed
Against thе Freemasons, the Mafia, and the KKK
I fought bathed in thе glory of his light
I fought the false teachers who chose the way of Herod
A nigh-unto-naked boy holds a bowl of grapes
Smell the ozone when he speaks
Taste that fatted calf when he speaks
“Every time a suctioner dies, another one gets his wings.”
Proud and brazen
All baleful and stinking
Whose throats should be slit-
Under cursed oath
The three women who were Herod’s minions
Stood up in slow motion
They repeated what the demon said
To our lord at Capernaum
“What do you want of us? Have you come to destroy us?
We know who you are.”
And so I felt his presence guide me
And thus my mind knew no quarrel with itself
And my right hand was steadied by him
And I flashed back to the firing range
And I testified unto them
Blest are they who show mercy
Mercy shall be theirs
But you have chosen to lead others astray
This is what you get
You should have prayed the rosary
I was called here
To tread out the winepress
And as I was cutting my hair afterward
I heard a voice say, “She’ll feel it in her heart
And in her spine
With every remaining breath.”
And another side, “Eloi, eloi, lama sabachthani.”
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Craw (band) Lyrics – Treading Out The Winepress