The Horse's Ha - Dying Tree lyrics

There's an order of monks at the race At the rail, a disorderly clutch Where they pray for their champion's delivery And a hot-blooded body to touch And now that the conventions have fled To the country from the city's rich blood There are prostitutes prowling the prairie Their stilettos are stuck in the mud You may still remain, you may to set sail For scourings as wide as the sea From minnow to whale, the colors will pale In the light of the dying tree There's no one to share your delights And no one with whom you despair Where the friendly reverses are common The thrusters are commonly rare But trust in the seducer of youth With a voice like an empty tin can He'll swear that he's no low grave robber But there he stands with the spade in his hand