Ribbon Fat

Now the reins are loose and all around

the tumbleweed is tracing out your frown the furrow's on the rise the buried are alive

there's trouble in the seven day dust

now the veil of beasts have dragged you round

you've kissed the hands of strangehold and found

they bruise the neck of songbirds on their way to you

we are the century's ghosts

we are the century's ghosts

all ribbon far let loose on

the tangled curse that pierced your eye and will

to carry on

now the ox has blown the feathers through

the oven door to make the angel wings

the hallelujah sirens are singing to the aspiring

there's trouble in the seven day dust

float the bloated butchers on a string

the supper songs are deafening and green

the lucky jaws of time

are sweetened by the rhyme

we are the century's ghosts we are the century's ghosts we are the century's ghosts

all ribbon fat let loose

on the tangled curse that pierced your eye and will

to carry on

to the weeping dogs at ankles we can say could you ring a bell of sense

to shake loose the seven day dust from the plastic trees

drum terror man take me someplace new