Bombmakers & The Once Erased

Jonny Hitchcock in a rage ate pigeon stew
while all the brain dead babies are looking at you
St. Jerome with a Jesus stain and a goat sack hue
prances like police after dirt curfew
The preacher in sardonic extra circles sings
to you the strumpet must some solemn peace bring
and a tender heart made into a promise ring
and a ruling from the dragon type eater king
In the absence of rulers we made them up
and drank from the blood colored altar cup
and found a way raise it up
above the heads of the woodman's cup
I did this all because I could
If in my same skin then I'm sure you would
slay the doctor where his needles stood
and rub one out to the noose of wood
the child came in from the wild shore
some kind of high profile jersey whore
who blew the town and became a bore
and then went back to where it was before
blister you feet and eyes and sack
and offer them as the sacrifice Iraq
desert palms push the words right back
into every building home and anal crack
put that pill right in my arm
and then tell me of all the maybe harm
of the letters written of the great alarm
that sounded when I was in a kansas barn
strike the ankle that would run for you
dislodge every bone before I do
what are trumpet mountains maybe olives grew
flay with fire knives before i dig for you