Lucifer:
A sheep has left the fold
Hoof beats go trotting, trotting
Up to heaven, bold
At the gates, knocking knocking
Sheep in wolfish clothes
Holy jaws are dropping
Up in Heaven’s hold
Plant my hooves, my hooks my books
Once upon a time
Heaven was a towered tower
Tethered in its pride
Castor’s grace is sour, sour
Thought the ink was dried
Hellish gardens flowered
Ivy to be climbed
Spread my filth, my wings, my weeds, my weeds
My fairest wheels are turning
Hark the angels wail
Bedtime is a-burning, burning
We’ve got grace for sale
How the worm is turning
Lay you down to sleep
With book-ed little stories
Count your missing sheep
Shed my skin, my fleece, my sin, my worms
They burrow up the line
Serpents in the branches, branching
Up those crooked vines
Vultures of a feather hatching
Circus lullabies
Carousels are ramping up to heaven
I raise my hell, my cane, my stakes, my snakes
Tongues, tongues, slither in the mud; that’s how a carnival grows, my son.
Tongues, tongues, slither in the psalms; that’s how a carnival grows!
All these fickle beasts
Heaven hath rejected, lapping
Glory from our teats
Each of them is tested, blessed
Cast out for your sin
Come here for redemption
We’ve got grace for cheap
We’ve got grace for cheap
Lest you end up bested, lost and torn, to shreds, disected.
Tongues, tongues, slither in the mud, slither in the mud, slither in the mud; that’s how a carnival grows, my son. that’s how a carnival grows.
Tongues, tongues, slither in the psalms, slither in the psalms, slither in the psalms, that’s how a carnival grows, my son. That’s how a carnival grows.
Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
Cross your heart and hope to die,
It’s off to hell we go.
Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
Stick a needle in your eye,
It’s off to hell we go.
Carnies:
Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
Cross your heart and hope to die,
It’s off to hell we go.
Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
Stick a needle in your eye,
It’s off to hell we go.
Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
Cross your heart and hope to die,
It’s off to hell we go.
Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
Stick a needle in your eye,
It’s off to hell we go.
Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.
Cross your heart and hope to die,
It’s off to hell we go.
Fa la la, it’s off to hell!
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