Ed Schrader's Music Beat - Pilot lyrics

See the pilot ferrying blood Slash sugar cane stick and grind it down Jacka**es validated in papyrus God save kings All the wicker dancing tramps of islands, pious priestess pull your eyelids Candle lit vigil for the gilded siren, God save kings Well I prayed in tune to your crescent moon Now blood is on my chest and a dead man's boots Cradling the gun, my last of kin, God save kings ho! When I came to the valley I saw your name And I can't get myself through a night again 'Til I cut 'em down from the lynchers on the horses that you play Hear the drums beckoning the pirate prince, rattle my bones in the widow fields I can see the flags comin' over the hills, God save kings See the pilot ferrying blood Slash sugar cane stick and grind it down Jacka**es validated in papyrus God save kings All the wicker dancing tramps of islands, pious priestess pull your eyelids Candle lit vigil for the gilded siren, God save kings