With a burning candle A book of holy things They'll throw you up against the wall Bind your hands with string Caught in this sudden shower Our host of heavenly kings They're all victims of circumstance Of ancient bells that bring All the fear in the world, naked and shy Down upon our heads, with no reason why
And though voices may holler For all they're worth The rabbits have fled their burrows Gone to earth
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