Babylon Whores Deviltry
"Oh rose, thou art sick The invisible worm that flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed of crimson joy And his dark secret love Doth life destroy" (Wm. Blake) Oh fallen star of wormwood grace Grant me the smile of Janus face Give me a twin identity A false integrity To my city set upon the hill With a godlike view at my own will Give me the cure for the world´s pain Give me the god of Cain For damned in forbearance I have crawled Half awake Iïve gotten old I got the gum card of every sin Sent for the Christ to win Deviltry Some simple deviltry Black deviltry The vice of kings and knaves The king of kings and knaves Bunch of slaves For I got no promises to keep Wouldn´t bother to sow even less to reap And I know there´s sense in being sane There´s reality to blame But I still got something resembling pride So one more time give me a ride Crush in my nasal bone and ride Rattle my spine
