Thick As Thieves
Remember how it all began
The apple and the fall of man
The price we pay
So the people say
Down the path of shame it led us
Dare to bite the hand that fed us
Fairy tale, the moral end
Wheel of fortune never turns again
Never turns again
The worst of it has come and gone
In the chaos of millennium
In the falling out
Of the doomsday crowd
Their last retreat is moving slow
They burn their bridges as they go
The heretic is beautified
Teach the harlot's child to smile
Wracked again by indecision
Should we make that small incision
Testify to the bleeding heart inside?
We cut, we scratched, we ran, we slashed
And when he opened up at last
Found a cul-de-sac, deep and black
Of smoke and ash
Deep and black
Of smoke and ash
The wicked king of parody
Is kissing all his enemies
On the seventh day
Of the seventh week
The tyrant's voice is softer now
But just for one forgiving hour
Before the rise of his
Iron fist again
Fist again
I've come tonight, I've come to know
The way we are, the way we'll go
And to measure this
The width of the wide abyss
I come to you in restless sleep
Where all your dreams turn bittersweet
With voodoo doll philosophies
Day-Glo holy trinities
The crooked raft that leaves the shore
Ferries drunken souls aboard
Pilgrims march to Compostela
Visions of their saint in yellow
Follow deep in trance
Lost in a catatonic dance
Know no future, damn the past
Blind, warm, ecstatic
Safe at last
The apple and the fall of man
The price we pay
So the people say
Down the path of shame it led us
Dare to bite the hand that fed us
Fairy tale, the moral end
Wheel of fortune never turns again
Never turns again
The worst of it has come and gone
In the chaos of millennium
In the falling out
Of the doomsday crowd
Their last retreat is moving slow
They burn their bridges as they go
The heretic is beautified
Teach the harlot's child to smile
Wracked again by indecision
Should we make that small incision
Testify to the bleeding heart inside?
We cut, we scratched, we ran, we slashed
And when he opened up at last
Found a cul-de-sac, deep and black
Of smoke and ash
Deep and black
Of smoke and ash
The wicked king of parody
Is kissing all his enemies
On the seventh day
Of the seventh week
The tyrant's voice is softer now
But just for one forgiving hour
Before the rise of his
Iron fist again
Fist again
I've come tonight, I've come to know
The way we are, the way we'll go
And to measure this
The width of the wide abyss
I come to you in restless sleep
Where all your dreams turn bittersweet
With voodoo doll philosophies
Day-Glo holy trinities
The crooked raft that leaves the shore
Ferries drunken souls aboard
Pilgrims march to Compostela
Visions of their saint in yellow
Follow deep in trance
Lost in a catatonic dance
Know no future, damn the past
Blind, warm, ecstatic
Safe at last
Credits
Writer(s): Natalie Merchant
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