Dirt Poor Robins You Think Your Skull Is A Mighty Fortress
You think your skull is a mighty fortress
But lo at all you do
Your secret's bleeding through
The crown of thorns are not bespoke for
A creature weak as you
Your secret will bleed through
We'll have some things to discuss
When we quarry, what's buried
The bones you hid in such a hurry
We tarry now, but we'll get around
To digging it up
Your Judgement Day will come!
Your Judgement Day will come!
