The Man With The Silver Tongue

The man with the silver tongue
Is cutting off my silver tongue
He covers me in soft white clay
I kiss his skin with razor blades

I paint his face with cadmium
He feeds my blood with lithium
God made our world just yesterday
Our silver tongue inscribes his face

The deep red sea is falling back
He sews my wound to feed his lack
On crosses painted red and gold
His skin is stretched and futures, told

My Jesus of the rotting meat
I cut your throat and lick your feet

Our freedom's like the slaughtered pig
He screams for love, we murder it
The spoon of honey on your tongue
I drained it from where his body hung

Shining white and red and silver love
The man with the silver tongue
My Jesus of the silver meat
I cut your tongue and drink your heat

Singing, "La, la-la, la-la-la, la"
Singing, "La, la-la, la-la-la, la"
Singing, "La, la-la, la-la-la, la"
Singing, "La, la-la, la-la-la, la"
Singing, "La"