The Father, the Son, and the Harlot's Ghost

So under this tree

Far away from church and state it's just you and me

There's no need to watch our backs we'll just simply be

Kiss me, Honey, sweetly with our eyes closed

Words like a knife

Cut my father's throat and he is seething in spite

Threatenin' my poor mother so she kneels every night

To a prized God divided in the fight

O' sweet thing, bombs away!

And I'll say

To you I leave a pox upon this awful place

And for you I bleed

So string up my girl

Deviant and faithless and a bane to your world

Malintent with ignorance it's all so absurd

Worthless and you're worth it all the same (the same...)

I starve in my cell

Man is bound in shackles between heaven and hell

Whether it's worth dying for is too soon to tell

Bloody mouthed and screaming out a name (a name, a name...)

O' sweet thing, bombs away!

And I'll say

To you I leave a pox upon this awful place

And for you I bleed, but every drop was such and waste and

O' sweet thing, bombs away!

And I'll say

To you I leave a pox upon this awful place

And for you I bleed

There was nothing left when you bred contempt

In a shit town turning your acts into killers

So far gone

Oh Holy Father, I bit my tongue

But Your good word's turning your saints into sinners

So far gone, oh

So under this tree

We grew roots and branches kept a hope that our leaves

They will turn through seasons and then fall to the feet

Of the children that came after us in Spring (in Spring...)

O' sweet thing, bombs away!

And I'll say

To you I leave a pox upon this awful place

And for you I bleed, though every drop was such a waste and

O' sweet thing, bombs away!

And I'll say

To you I leave a pox upon this awful place

And for you I bleed

So under this tree

Far away from church and state it's just you and me

There's no need to watch our backs we'll just simply be

Kiss me, Honey, sweetly with our eyes closed