Alexander cries under the weight of a conquered world
Cutting locks from his conquered curls, babe I've never seen him so low
Your sister was a right fool to negate The Great's rule
Now we're locked in a lean-to with a puzzle and a jar of halibut stew
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Maybe we were bound to bray in the belly of a whale
Maybe God was come to say, "Jonah got to go obey"
Your jukebox howls, "I'm a karaoke wolf, honey"
And he cries into the night to the tune of Always On My Mind
That cats in the backyard take a call to Jacquard
And they mew while they stitch hems, at their leisure on the Calico fence
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Maybe we were right to say things were better in the whale
Maybe God was come to say, "Every flower wilts away"