Terry O'Leary - Nun in Friar Small-Bro's Grave... lyrics

The midnight clings to dwarfish kings While robot drones, adorning thrones, Kneel, bowing to the Old...Guard. Arrhythmic clocks and wooden box Grace FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. The diplohacks, in melting wax, Are swept along, a thriving throng, Just dying for a life...guard. And Nun, alone, has beached their bones In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. Beyond the streams, a raven screams At loser fish that swarm and swish; Nun gently drips her dreams...jarred. There are no thanks along the banks Of FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. While FRiar smiles and prowls the aisles The hierarch obeys his bark; His maw is oozing pure...lard. He tells you who and what to do In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. Well, FRiar's pets are in a sweat; He calls the tunes near burning dunes And taps his cloven feet...charred. They roast in rooms within the tombs In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. His myrmidons, they drool and fawn While chanting verse near FRiar's hearse - Extolling, wild, the van...guard. Remote controls promote the trolls In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. With faces straight, in bent debate, They compromise their empty lies With any pa**ing re...tard. Grey zombies groom white flies in bloom In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. With ghouls, unlearned, no stone's unturned, They burnish blame with Nun's proud name And leave the midnight sky... scarred. They raise their hats to copy cats In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. The rumours spread amongst the dead - Nun marks the place with saving grace, And phantoms keep their face...marred. The sinner digs with twisted twigs In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. In tempests strong, Nun rang the gong But failed to rise in vacant eyes - He gouged the one-eyed trump...card. Nun sets her sail, to no avail In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. Nun asked him why a bird can't fly. His mouth, a s*ut, replied "tut, tut", With conscience painted white...tarred. A mushroom mold has taken hold In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. "To get ahead", his mouth, it said "Lay bare your breast! I'll do the rest, I'll bless you in the church...yard". The golden rules are made for fools In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. When day's undone, and night's begun, Nun stirs a cup and turns face up, A feeling that she's ill...starred. 'Tis such a crime to waste her prime In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. Nun planned to dine with sparkling wine But sips instead a bitter red Served with a crystal gla**...shard, Behind the bog, beneath the fog In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. Well, minstrels fight beyond the night And demons wait behind the gate, While silence chokes the host...bard. An angel sings with broken wings In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. A web waits, spun neath dying sun. And caught ensnared, her flight impaired, Nun's thoughts are how they'd die...hard. The puppet people storm the stee- pled FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. And voices wail beyond the pale, "The old taboo - it echoes true - Nun's bound to have her way...barred". The schemes are strange and minds deranged In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard. Ms.! Cast your nets, but hedge your bets - There are no odds, where purple gods And hungry idle ghosts...sparred. The morning foams amongst the gnomes In FRiar Small-Bro's grave...yard.