Wretch

Lyrics

Chews the fat with his creator Over breakfast in the sunlight Though when he says grace, when he says Grace! He feels enveloped like a shadow But there are evenings There are evenings when this decimated world of movement, colour, and form Gets thin And getting thinner When lights are dim And getting dimmer When nights are grim, and they're only getting Only getting grimmer As they barter their boulders And martyr their soldiers Teach a man to tear her fucking head from her goddamn shoulders Held into the sun By the threads of her hair By the threads of her hair By the threads of her hair They impart the secret hatred of the fathers to their heirs In a silence left unbroken, Oh On a bed bound and gagged Bound, bound and gagged With culture, language, myth, and law Our goddess gave birth, our goddess gave birth to your god On a bed bound and gagged with culture, language, myth, and law From a wounded womb where flesh was scarred and raw Our goddess gave birth to your god Our goddess gave birth to your god Our goddess gave birth to your god Our goddess gave birth to your god Goddamn! Culture, language, myth and law (Our goddess! Gave birth!) Culture, language, myth and law (Our goddess! Gave birth you your god!) (You want to see the galaxy?)