Three pairs of eyes were blinking
on the face of children grown
counting countless sheep
he calls his own, he calls his own
they stunk even in icey silver rooms
they stunk of death
a little piece of meat was on his breath, (lay down he said)
upon the killing floor
upon the killing floor
he said, lay down upon the floor
upon the killing floor
and gold was falling down before his eyes...
The yard was bloody red
and though he never stepped inside
it stuck upon his shoes, his clothes
his fingernails, his hide
His ears filled with a hum of commerce
and of gasping breath
"surrender unto me" was all he said (was all he said)
"surrender unto me" was all he said
upon the killing floor
upon the killing floor
he said, lay down upon the floor
upon the killing floor
and gold was falling down before his eyes...
From the tongue CD