John Goodmanson - A Portrait of the Trequartista as a Young Man lyrics

Now is time to take recourse, to drag my bones from 'neath his corpse Retract the blade within his heart, inscribe our initials in the bark Of every tree in every woods. In ink red blood, can you imagine? While wearing his head as a hood. I'd take life for a crime of pa**ion Lies told Darling, if I had the choice, I'd excavate his throat of voice And corrugate his vocal chords to play a tune to please the Lord Make him recite this murder ballad, a sombre tune told by a bore Pump blood around the limp and pallid, harmonising as you snored Lies told One day when I'm older, I'll write it all down A portrait of the trequartista as a young man We all know we're gonna die We're a speck of dust in a bad God's eye He rubs us clean, but love is blind A balloon artist kisses porcupine