[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

Cause 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

[Verse 2]

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

[Verse 3]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Bridge]

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 from 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 from 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 from the north

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