A sheep has left the fold
Hoofbeats go a-trotting, trotting
Up to Heaven bold
At the gates a-knocking, knocking
Sheep in wolfish clothes
Holy jaws are dropping
Up in Heaven's hold
Plant my hooves, my hooks, my books Once upon a time
Heaven was a tower, tower
Tethered in its pride
Cast us grapes as sour, sour
Thought the ink was dried
But Hellish gardens flowered
Ivy to be climbed
Spread my filth, my wings, my weeds, my weeds My fairest wheels are turning Hark the angels wail
Bedtime is a-burning, burning
We've got grace for sale
How the worm is turning, turning
Lay you down to sleep
With wicked little stories
Count your missing sheep
Shed my skin, my fleece, my sin, my worms They burrow up the line Serpents in the branches
Branching up those crooked vines
Vultures of a feather hatching
Circus lullabies
Carousels a-ramping
Up to heaven
I raise my Hell, my Cain, my stakes, my snakes Tongues, tongues
Slither in the mud
That's how a carnival grows, my son
Tongues, tongues
Slither in the psalms
That's how a carnival grows All these fickle beasts
Heaven hath rejected
Lapping glory from our teats
Each of them is tested, blessed Cast down for your sin
Come here for redemption
We've got grace for cheap
We've got grace for cheap
Lest you end up bested
Lost and torn to shreds, dissected Tongues, tongues
Slither in the mud
Slither in the mud
Slither in the mud
That's how a carnival grows, my son
That's how a carnival grows Tongues, tongues
Slither in the psalms
Slither in the psalms
Slither in the psalms
That's how a carnival grows, my son
That's how a carnival grows
What the *crag* did you say about Mothra you little bitch?