snake oil man, oil man, treason
Look down, look down To the underground Where your soul will be redeemed Mary wept on the blood stained Killing floor before she screamed: Every dog has it's day Soon your day will come Empire's crumble and fade away And tyrants float dead with the scum. Hear the sound, hear the sound Of distant guns For tonight the horsemen ride Lazarus whispered into the ear Of the rich man before he died: You take after your father boy He never came to no good Your shoulders so narrow Your hands so soft And stained with the colour of blood. Can you see, can you see 'Round the Hanging Tree Politicians gathered like blackbirds They lectured the man about to hang For the treason in these last words: You don't know what you're talking about You just keep blabberin' on You bury your head in the shit and the sand And you only come out with the sun.
© Severn Dwyer. 2011