The Upper

Lyrics
He turns and returns to the room After having almost never left it His beasts trailing after him for scraps As he scratches behind their ears Indulgently indulgently And for all those who watch and wonder Where this church service goes And wait and wait on the doxology Only about half will ever know That the altar is altered in the likeness Of that which serves itself like itself Is going out of style And teeth? Perfect And skin? Like some great shining alabaster monument To cause And what it affects There is no stink of human here Heavenly host with the most Just not this And toying with the toys You have very little choice So you hold on tight to yourself Gripping tight to yourself Because the warming chills you When he turns and returns to the room After having almost never left it His beasts trailing after him for scraps As he scratches behind their ears Indulgently indulgently And utopia? Yes And cornucopia? Like some six-course spread of cloy And no one else says no to it Ever ever says no to it
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Credits
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- Oxbow