Jeffrey Foucault Wild Waste And Welter
Honey leave the lights down
There’s killers on the road
Going door to door
With lamp black eyes
And the number on your soul
They’re painting down the doorposts
With the darkness of the lamb
And the instruments of mercy
Are foreign to their hands
The sleeper trains go rocking
Through the catalogue of night
The darkness by arrangement
The engine out of sight
And sleepfast all the poor ones
The old ones and the young
Know the scenery is everything
Inside the barrel of a gun
Chorus:
It’s all wild waste and welter
Come singing to the bone
No one can give you shelter
From the one thing that you own
They throw tickertape on Main St.
There’s a hero in every car
Singing, "Down with the traitor,
Up with the star!"
They line up to take the sacrament
When they hear the anthem sung
And the Scarecrow and the Tin Man
Place a memory on their tongues
Chorus
But who will pay to garrison
This city on a hill?
Who’s left to play the audience
When everyone’s a shill?
Every dream is born in waking
Every liar with the truth
The acorn fells the oak tree
Blood is the only proof
So Honey leave the lights down
Until I find the door
The truth is like a pearl
Beneath my tongue
But I can’t use it anymore
