The porous tears of treachery drench the ground belatedly And in their sorrow you repose and in their stead you take the blows
This unrequited trade will recompense the made The blood and water invade
And you might have to stick a finger in the eye Before it conquers what you know And you might have to stick a finger in the side And you might have to let it go
The mindless beast of human pride, refusing thrice to be denied Awakened by a rooster's crow, and slain by one we think we know
And you might have to stick a finger in the eye Before it conquers what you know And you might have to stick a finger in the side And you might have to let it go
And you might have to stick a finger in the eye, in the eye