Terrance Zdunich - Grace For Sale lyrics

A sheep has left the fold Hoof beats go trotting, trotting Up to heaven, bold At the gates, knocking knocking Sheep in wolfish clothes Holy jaws are dropping Up in Heaven's hold Plant my hooves, my hooks, my books Once upon a time Heaven was a towered tower Tethered in its pride Castor's grace is sour, sour Thought the ink was dried But hellish gardens flowered Ivy to be climbed Spread my filth, my wings, my weeds, my weeds My fairest wheels are turning Hark the angels wail Bedtime is a-burning, burning We've got grace for sale How the worm is turning turning Lay you down to sleep With wicked little stories Count your missing sheep Shed my skin, my fleece, my sin, my worms They burrow up the line Serpents in the branches, branching Up those crooked vines Vultures of a feather hatching Circus lullabies Carousels are ramping up to heaven I raise my hell, my cane, my stakes, my snakes Tongues, tongues Slither in the mud That's how a carnival grows, my son Tongues, tongues Slither in the psalms That's how a carnival grows! All these fickle beasts Heaven hath rejected, lapping Glory from our teats Each of them is tested, blessed Cast out for your sin Come here for redemption We've got grace for cheap We've got grace for cheap Lest you end up bested, lost and torn to shreds, dissected Tongues, tongues Slither in the mud Slither in the mud Slither in the mud That's how a carnival grows, my son That's how a carnival grows Tongues, tongues Slither in the psalms Slither in the psalms Slither in the psalms That's how a carnival grows, my son That's how a carnival grows Fa la la, it's off to hell we go Cross your heart and hope to die It's off to hell we go Fa la la, it's off to hell we go Stick a needle in your eye It's off to hell we go Fa la la, it's off to hell we go Cross your heart and hope to die It's off to hell we go Fa la la, it's off to hell we go Stick a needle in your eye It's off to hell we go