still on a darkened night they say when the wind is in the the trees whern the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudly seas
when a road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
the highwayman came riding, riding riding
the highwayman came riding up to the old inn door
over the cobbles he clattered and clanked in the dark inn yard and he tapped with his whipp on the shutters but all was locked and barred
he whisled a tune to the window and who should be waiting there?
Bess the landlords daughter the landlords red lipped daughter.
weaving a dark red loveknot into her long black hair.
This being of age old grace, architect Holocaust
Moss back, Antideluvian data plate
Embedded and preserved, expired, current departed
Lyrics crash across ya head, now unzippen ya face
Former antique, kissing crocodiles, flight bound
Tear open ya flesh like presents and thinner nightgowns
Tut slow down, you'll never catch Mr. Applebee
In some flaming town, you'll bury yaself, the greediest
Death before riches, kingdom of good barbarians
Circumstances of development leading up to the previous
Where the day takes you, placed within the sun
Crush all the village cowards, devour 'til sin is done
One bag of bones, children gather, Easter egg hunt
Afterwards, fruit, bon-bons and safari punch
Branded hollow planet, period of adjustment
Back to the hanging gardens and lavish the fake lunch
Plantation memories, stone monolith choicebound
Hoist down the use of human beings of voice sound
In the prairie fields, the poppies blow
All the crosses, row and row
They are the dead, short days ago
They lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
The torch be yours, to hold it high
If ye break faith with us, who dies?
Loved and were loved, and now they lie
cuz they didn't live life, from the ground to the sky