In the heat of the night grown men flee to the light [bad word] wild six degrees of its life
Let’s agree that I’m right-wrong turns came with believin’ the hype
Breathe in the spite-we are not [bad word] to the evening tonight

season of flight proceeded sparrows in the park
Survival’s narrow as the art of placing arrows in the heart
Scarecrow needs a spark so you can watch him burn for miles
Beggar learning to smile but now he only turns a dial

Lurching down the [bad word] the hearse with persons filed
Spirits cast their bones at the lonely mercantile
The holy serpent child smudges ashes ‘tween their eyes
Savage leaves their cries as unraveling arrives

Someone yelled ‘drop’ all you heard was the police cars sing
The moon is full, the night is starving
Pulse of the city spits fire but the arteries are hardening
The moon is full, the night is starving [bad word] tumbling down from the rebels in the street marching
The moon is full, the night is starving
Pride plays a lullaby on broken guitar strings
The moon is full, the night is starving

Hanging next to the sneakers on the telephone wire
Lives the [bad word] over tonight’ preachers and the ‘leave me the [bad word] alone’ choir
Expel the known prior and expect the worst prob’ly
I’d sell my soul higher but at best the curse caught me

Accept the first offering, it’s a sign of things [bad word] The vinyl’s pleased it spun but in the final scene we’re sunk
Sideshow freaks [bad word] masters of ceremony
The chief’s been bound n’ gagged and the pastor wears a nosebleed

Disaster shares a trophy with the actor starin’ lonely
Blackbirds rain like laughter, here’s the password:
There, you know me
Ghost dancers in the hail storm with hands in heaven
Bullets pierced their flesh but the spilled blood planted legends

Got red state blues, got black hills under my heels
50 stars salute one fallen sky concealed
little white lie got some black face in its eye
Now it crawls and it castrates in that rat race in the sky

Someone yelled ‘drop’ all you heard was the police cars sing
The moon is full, the night is starving
Pulse of the city spits fire but the arteries are hardening
The moon is full, the night is starving [bad word] tumbling down from the rebels in the street marching
The moon is full, the night is starving
Pride plays a lullaby on broken guitar strings
The moon is full, the night is starving