Tear Garden Isis Veiled
They're closing in, I switched the pictures Painted all the walls I hung the medals, hid the magazines As caped crusaders crawled down freedom street Guns of liberation ushered in the dawn One guy wears an eyepatch while the other wears a tie One will play the liberator the other run and hide I hear the cannons crack a mile down freedom street Out of sight, out of mind The ninth wave claimed a thousand while another thousand fled I'm getting low on beans and marmalade I share my bed with locust girl she flies Through the cracks across my head She is always on my side She's always on my side I am always on your side I'm always on your side We're all on your side There, there now...