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