[Verse 1]
The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
Of the young man who ran screaming through the streets
Streaming blood, in trails of terror
Are the arms that point me to my door
Which, forsaken by the blood of Jesus, invites the Devil
Who now waits for me outside
[Verse 2]
The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
Are the arms that point me to the red eyes of the Pentecostal killers
And the black eyes of the Roman Catholic killers
And the blue eyes of the pinhead skinhead killers
And the dirty angel does his target practice night and day
Making ready now to steal my soul away
[Verse 3]
The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
Are the arms that wait between my T.V. and my gun
While the winks and smiles of singin' debutantes and eunuchs whisper
"We don't want you, Unclean, lying there in vomit, filth and perspiration
Coming back with Elvis or with Jesus from the dead."
[Verse 4]
The arms that you cut off the body of the screamin' young man
Dance before my eyes
The endless murder of my soul
Which, taunted every hour by open windows, has kept itself alive with prayer
But not for miracles, and not for heaven
Just for silence
And for mercy
[Outro]
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end
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