Loose old squaw in the scant morning light
Says “you wring a man's neck in the alley out of sight”
You can wring wring, you can skin a swain for some advice
You'll get a head full of secrets, you might get ahead in life
Recalling innocent games with a youthful glow
it's all come to pa** you by you know
Bishop to queen and queen to Knight
Who's to blame you suspected Jesus Christ
Well he's everyone's favorite scapegoat
We'll all be alone when we sing our final note
She says in this house the milk gets spilled
And every last one of us will get their fill
The gills is full о the gills is full she screams at the sea
And the stubborn bull Says look at me
You can give 'em the axe or give ‘em the cane
But it won't stop the rain it won't stop the rain
Bishop to queen and queen to Knight
Who's to blame you suspected Jesus Christ
Well he's everyone's favorite scapegoat
We'll all be alone when we write our final note
The rains they came and they never left, the mail piles up it won't be sent
The Chaplin he drags his knuckles now scraping so low to the ground
Bonds and beads and rosemary - Bring me back to Easter day
You can Give ‘em the axe or give ‘em the cane
But it won't stop the rain it won't stop the rains
Bishop to queen and queen to Knight
Who's to blame you suspected Jesus Christ
Well he's everyone's favorite scapegoat
We'll all be alone when we sing our final note