Look up old friend, watch the ruin of the beast
On the top of hill, being slain by the prodigal son
For the glory and the making of His will
Being bound by His hand
Being lifted and shifted and molded from sand
They sliced off His head, and rolled in His blood
And wrote on the walls, we’ve escaped the big flood
But highways to byways and oceans to creeks
The silence was screaming, aching and steaming
Hoping for one soul to listen at least
~Chorus~
And never a whimper never a notion
They banned all seduction not even an ocean
W-ell its, castles to ruins and motion to cease
They sliced off His head for the ruin of the beast
(Chants)
They signed a petition that marked out the ground
Saying this half is lost, and this half is found
He’s to be tossed, she’s to be crowned
And so on and so forth their future was bound
The lawyers and statesmen shook hands and agreed
And smiled for the photo, and planted a seed
And crammed in some tears and, said a quick prayer
Mumbled some lines like, we’ll clean up the air
We’ll, blow up some stars and detox the tar
He mumbled then burped then jumped in his car
And never again was the beast in their story
They buried the past, in all of its glory
~Chorus~
But silently wreaking off the dust from his hair
From the mist off the ground and the fog in the air
From highways to byways and oceans to creeks
You can hear the refrain, of the prodigal beast
