The Twist

hang on, believe

there's nothing up my sleeve

i've got no magic tricks to save the day

put down the gun

you're not helping anyone

and i'm not about to run or back away

don't walk the fence

then come to my defense

i don't need fair weather kinds of friends around

so watch and pray

as a traitor's kiss betrays

and rest your feet of clay on shaky ground

and look me in the face, at least what's left of it

tell me you still love me just a little bit

or nail me down, break the skin

hard enough to do me in

but don't leave me hanging

dying and dangling

twisting in the wind

here, touch my side

let doubt be crucified

nailed with your wounded pride

to love's grim altar

here, taste my flesh

my bloody humanness

i am no phantom guest

no skinless martyr

so taste and feel

there's nothing to conceal

you always knew the deal

as sacrifice

stand up, be strong

when all you've got is gone

i left the light turned on in paradise

and when the walls cave in

and the curtain's torn asunder

you'll know we're near the end

you'll hear me in the thunder

and when the sun grows dim

this will be your sign and wonder

that soon we'll meet again

just like we did last summer