I could wear your new blue shoes I should wear your old red dress And walk to the crossroad, so take this knife And meet me across the river
Just chutes and ladders And this is the kiss America ana-them testicle-sation From nowhere to nothing And neither way back
Children swarm like thousands of bugs Towards the light The beacons above the hill The stars to the West, the South, the North And to the East
Now you can say I've got a gift of sorts A fear of rear windows and swinging doors My love of violence and tenants' sighs If you can see me I can see you If you can see me I can see you
I can see ?? raise their fists at God Swear to destroy the beast, stamping the ground In their excitement for tomorrow
I could wear your new blue shoes I should wear your old red dress And walk to the crossroad, so take this knife And meet me across the river
I will take your lands and all that lays beneath The dust of cold flowers, drizzle of dark ashes I will slaughter your kind, descend from belief I am the spirit of greed, of gold, of theft Burn all your books and the problems they make If you can see me I can see you If you can see me