Vic Chesnutt Feast In The Time Of Plague
Mirrors, mirrors everywhere
A thousand eyes reflecting glare
Waves vibrant, thrilling and soothing
Dancing, resting, breathing, moving
Sunlight cranking in the head
Body craving to be tested
Feast in the time of plague
You were a beautiful pig
Feast in the time of plague
You were a beautiful pig
Pounding tables, fists of meat
Stupid messy giddy greed
This inflippent, frightening
Sloppy senses heightening
Praises gushing down from high
Drowning practicality
Feast in the time of plague
You were a beautiful pig
Feast in the time of plague
You were a beautiful pig
