King's Nose

Post a guard upon the hill Thumb your nose At all we've built Empty pockets bring me down I stalk the grounds around And listen for the sound I follow Gods around the hill I thumb my nose At all they've built Empty gardens bring me down I stalk the grounds around And listen for the sound Bones of men under the hill They've built houses Keeping them still Empty sockets bring me down They will not hark again Even for the sound