And I know that you have an awfully big
Wound in your stomach
And I wish, my dear brother
I could be god and mend it
But god I trace your guts
And wear them as a beauty mark
Tear ta**el ogre heart
Smolten ore from molten rock
Tear ta**el ogre heart
Smooth looms from willow bark
Tear ta**el ogre heart
God dreamt you in the dark
An Isis sits by the doorway
She says, "Hurry up, please, it's time"
Jug jug to dirty ears
Round your swords, my cavaliers
Beat your breasts and choke your tears
This young war will roar for years
And though we can't account for it
And though you said you'd die for it
We would die for it, dear brother
(We would die for it, dear brother)
And I know that you have an awfully big wound
And I wish, I wish--
Tear ta**el ogre heart
Smolten ore from molten rock
Tear ta**el ogre heart
Smooth looms from willow bark
Tear ta**el ogre heart
God dreamt you in the dark
I dreamt of the fallow field
As the cities grew fatter with fear
General Pol Pot dreamt of Mao's career
Said let's start at year zero
Let's make it a very good year
And the cities were left
With their red embers burning
As they tore off your gla**es
And imprisoned you for questioning
In the fallow fields they built
Your shallow graves attesting
To the power of those loathsome legions
Uncovered in a mausoleum
Tear ta**el ogre heart
Smolten ore from molten rock
Tear ta**el ogre heart
Smooth looms from willow bark
Tear ta**el ogre heart
God dreamt you in the dark