Like carillon bells the house of Augustus rings

With the echoing hymn of my fellow passerine

They took to it

Like a fox to a burrow like an eagle to an aerie

And my god it's getting hard to even hum a single thing

You were the song that I'd always sing

You were the light that the fire would bring

But I can't shake this feeling that I was only

Pushing the spear into your side again

See my birds of a kind they more and more are looking like

Centurions than any little messiah

And as I prune my feathers like leaves from a vine

I find that we have fewer and fewer in kind but

My palms and fingers still reek of gasoline

From throwing fuel to the fire of that Greco Roman dream

Purifying the holy rock to melt the gilded seams

It don't bring me relief no it don't bring me nothing that

You were the song that I'd always sing

You were the light that the fire would bring

But I can't shake this feeling that I was only

Pushing the spear into your side again

And again and again

When he comes a knocking at my door

What am I to do what am I to do oh lord

When the cold wind rolls in form the north

What am I to do what am I to do oh lord

When he comes a knocking at my door

What am I to do what am I to do oh lord

When the cold wind rolls in form the north

What am I to do what am I to do oh lord

When he comes a knocking at my door

What am I to do what am I to do oh lord

When the cold wind rolls in form the north

What am I to do what am I to do oh lord