Текст песни Ballydowse - Sons and Daughters
Ballydowse - Sons and Daughters слова песни
You crawl up into your bed and pull the worn thin blanket over your headTrying hard to momentarily escape the touch you feelWhat is the worth of soul and skin?Price plummets downAs each one comes inAs if such short-armed men could ever reach that sacred placeI am the God of Rahab I see past flesh and cultureNever do I mistake the songbird for the vultureYour life burns pure before my eyesI name the virgin and I crush the fliesThey dress you in scarlet but all that I knowIs the child you are is white like the snowBankok sun creeps out red-faced but without shameIt knits in fire upon the hills the purity of your nameOther names are knitted too but black the threadThey form a noose rising slowly but steadilyA gallows for grown men to hang their own heartsPour from your soul the rice your family needs to eatLike Mary pouring oil on the Son of God’s feetA child should sleep thru the dark in peaceAnother night’s over, light comes to the eastPull your blanket over our head it’s us who are dead