Template:Stations Of The Cross

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lyrics for
Stations Of The Cross

The tempest blows up from the squall
As the cape of bad conscience into the gulf of the cauldron
Rolls over the coastline to batter and flatter
Exposing the roots like the _____

Scrapper and molder in a rope ring this small
Outside the wind is punching
There's no one to hear it
No one hears the bell ring
Except the one who comes to fear it
And they continue to brawl

He's buying his way into heaven I suppose
He weeps at the blows
But down in a location that we cannot disclose
They turn the dial slowly through the stations of the cross

The crowd done up dandy in diamonds and finer
Baying and howling or bloodlusty call
Fists like pistons
Faces like meat spoiling
Haul boys haul
Bully boys haul

Later in the evening Molly and a gunman
Go down the stairs to a dive like a dungeon
Meanwhile in the backroom there's a girl like a sponge
Saying bring in the law as a constable's truncheon
The gunman wants Molly to kingdom come
Then blows them all to the hereafter
He's scuttling away now and hidden from our view
We tighten the tourniquet
Turning her blue

They're hurling themselves into heaven I suppose
Before the gates are closed
But down in a location that we cannot disclose
They turn the dial slowly through the stations of the cross

The gale of hale laughter scales up the ivory
Black keys of the fine wine descending to the minor
Die away breathless diminishing behind
Haul boys haul
Bully boys haul

The water came up to the eaves
You'd think that someone had opened a valve
It's too soon to stay now and too late to leave
So spare your remorse all the way up to Calvary

They're hurling themselves into heaven I suppose
Before the gates are closed
But down in a location that we cannot disclose
They turn the dial slowly through the stations of the cross