we scour the marrow of each holy text
to find the hidden meaning but there's none
we want so much to bring into the sun
the matters that so many folk perplexed
to hear the shouts of thank you and well-done
we scour the marrow of each holy text
expecting that we'll know what will come next
the secrets that the wisest shall have won
beyond the place there normal law can run
we scour the marrow of each holy text
we scour the marrow of each holy text
to find the hidden meaning but there's none
we want so much to bring into the sun
the matters that so many folk perplexed
to hear the shouts of thank you and well-done
we scour the marrow of each holy text
expecting that we'll know what will come next
the secrets that the wisest shall have won
beyond the place there normal law can run
we scour the marrow of each holy text
out of the light some errant hope may creep
to stay harsh fears and keep in stern control
those bitter terrors which reign over sleep
since we are many miles short of our goal
nor can a single one afford the toll
for all our efforts we have come up short
one of our heads might yet adorn a pole
there is no justice in our rulers' court
our sense of history does not go deep
nor yet much further than the old school roll
for we want all our stories on the cheap
and honour is not something we extol
we want the stallion but not the foal
and find it is so easy to distort
the symbols that are written on the scroll
there is no justice in our rulers' court
in coming dark we will react like sheep
whose bleating the kind butcher must console
before he throws each body on the heap
or drinks another beer from his large bowl
the watcher might just find the whole thing droll
or take the scheduled slaughter for good sport
did he not see the shepherd on patrol
there is no justice in our rulers' court
prince you believe your subject has no soul
and can say nothing here of great import
but without him you cannot soon be whole
there is no justice in our rulers' court
out of the light some errant hope may creep
to stay harsh fears and keep in stern control
those bitter terrors which reign over sleep
since we are many miles short of our goal
nor can a single one afford the toll
for all our efforts we have come up short
one of our heads might yet adorn a pole
there is no justice in our rulers' court
our sense of history does not go deep
nor yet much further than the old school roll
for we want all our stories on the cheap
and honour is not something we extol
we want the stallion but not the foal
and find it is so easy to distort
the symbols that are written on the scroll
there is no justice in our rulers' court
in coming dark we will react like sheep
whose bleating the kind butcher must console
before he throws each body on the heap
or drinks another beer from his large bowl
the watcher might just find the whole thing droll
or take the scheduled slaughter for good sport
did he not see the shepherd on patrol
there is no justice in our rulers' court
prince you believe your subject has no soul
and can say nothing here of great import
but without him you cannot soon be whole
there is no justice in our rulers' court
when we forget the giants they don't die
but just diminish into lesser folk
take ship and leave for homes just past the sky
there is a story that might make you cry
about the times that we were under yoke
when we forget the giants they don't die
their footprints don't grow smaller in the eye
and we remember that we used to joke
take ship and leave for homes just past the sky
before we give you reasons to comply
with the new rules that make you want to croak
when we forget the giants they don't die
the rivers where they drank have not gone dry
and yet we cannot one old name invoke
take ship and leave for homes just past the sky
where truth and reason give us leave to fly
in that one place where justice is not smoke
when we forget the giants they don't die
take ship and leave for homes just past the sky
when we forget the giants they don't die
but just diminish into lesser folk
take ship and leave for homes just past the sky
there is a story that might make you cry
about the times that we were under yoke
when we forget the giants they don't die
their footprints don't grow smaller in the eye
and we remember that we used to joke
take ship and leave for homes just past the sky
before we give you reasons to comply
with the new rules that make you want to croak
when we forget the giants they don't die
the rivers where they drank have not gone dry
and yet we cannot one old name invoke
take ship and leave for homes just past the sky
where truth and reason give us leave to fly
in that one place where justice is not smoke
when we forget the giants they don't die
take ship and leave for homes just past the sky
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