So Come Back, I Am Waiting

A black sheep boy revolves

Over canyons and waterfalls

A black sheep boy dissolves

In syringe or in shower stalls

He says there's plenty of time

To make you mine tonight

He says there's plenty of time

To make you mine

He says there's plenty of ways

To know you're not dying, alright?

Hell, there's plenty of light still left

In your eyes,

In your eyes

A black sheep boy grows horns

Breathing smoke through his microphone

The airwaves stretch and they groan

Bleeding, birthing his black diapason

He says there's plenty of things

To wear when you come to me,

Every colour of sleeve to be rolled

Millions of rolling eyes that still cling to me

Every language of king is concerned

So why did you bawl

From the spell of some old holy song

That some liar laughed as he composed

Some liar I loved to control

A black sheep boy dissolves

In hot cream and sweet moans

In each dead bed and empty home

In each seething bacterium

Killing sofly and serial

He lifts his head, handsome, horned, magisterial

He's the smell of the moonlight wisteria

He's the thrill of the abecedarian

See he muddy hoofprints where he carried you

And there's plenty of ways to claim

His crimes tonight

And there's plenty of things to do

On his dime

And there's plenty of ways to wear

His hide tonight

You've got yours,

I've got mine

You've got yours,

I've got mine

So why did you flee

Don't you know you can't leave his control

Only call out his wild works your own

So come back and we'll take them all on

So come back to your life on the lam

So come back to your old black sheep man

He says "I'm waiting,

On hoof and on hand,

I am waiting,

All hated and damned"

He says "I'm waiting,

I snort and I stamp"

I am waiting,

You know that I am

Calmly waiting

To make you my lamb