Malediction

[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