1. |
Perfect Little Bird
02:49
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Bathed in gold
No one spoke
A coward's hope
We'd be spared the rope
Where is the criminal and what is the crime
I wonder whenever I find the time
A line to the ladder, the names on a list
The hangman came into our midst
You face the fire on your own
But it's only because I know
My turn's soon, love
You face the fire
You face the fire
But it's only because I know
You're a perfect little bird
Gallows tree
Roots run deep
Birds will sing
And the rebels will swing
The next one climbs and I'm glad it's not me
For who could have served more faithfully
The courthouse bows to the judgement of flame
Into our midst, the hangman came
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2. |
Lower Heaven
04:02
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If I lower heaven
Would you reach up?
I can keep the word you're breaking
I can turn this world of your making
Still I don't know what you think you are doing
History's not a blueprint for the future
Oh, don't let them sing
No no no
If I lower heaven
Would you reach up?
If I beg the Lord for some guidance
If I lend my sword to these fighters
If that's what it takes for you to be convinced
I'll try to remember despair is a sin
Oh, don't let them sing
No no no
If I lower heaven
Would you reach up?
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3. |
Tin Cross
03:11
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All of those years with a cross around her neck
The heart remembers what the body forgets
The child who comforts a mother who weeps
The rash from a ring, she had to burn the sheets
With hands too small to pray
Before she was taken, she made
A tin cross
Dowse the votives, break the statuettes
The branch remembers what the axe forgets
A child whose faith salved a mother's doubt
A quick prayer before the lights go out
With hands too small to pray
Before she was taken, she made
A tin cross
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4. |
Money & Power
04:50
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Money and power
All your conscience allows
Money and power
And I don't care how
The innocent and the beautiful
Have no enemy but time
But I'm old and I'm ugly
So render unto me what is mine
Money and power
All your conscience allows
Money and power
And I don't care how
I don't care how
My needs are few
And so easily met
A warm bed, a kind word
And total omnipotence
Love's just a word
And the fruits of the flesh
Are smells and stains in the sheets
But I'm cold and I'm hungry
So give me
GIve me
GIve me what I want
Money and power
All your conscience allows
Money and power
And I don't care how
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