Cradle Burns Paroles

But the monkey is wheezing like a whipped old man
The clowns are off feeding the fat to the flow
Here come the servants to shovel bones

Right upon the wake the cradle burns
Return with hands of terror to rub my feet together
It's alright psychology of blame
Has one cheek, an eye for any eye, and leaps of faith to tame

I am the son of a mother and a man
But the monkey is wheezing like a whipped old man
The clowns are off feeding the fat to the flow
And here come the servants to shovel bones

Funny funny funny how the well gets water when the fever flows
And by the charge of chance we can race the dance to Babylon
Funny funny funny how the well gets water when the fever flows
And by the charge of chance we can race the dance to Babylon

Every day a rat falls from the sky I am the son of a mother and a man
And the horsedrawn wishes have been sent on their way
Down a hole where the cradle burns go
Here come the servants to shovel bones

Funny funny funny how the well gets water when the fever flows
And by the charge of chance we can race the dance to Babylon
Funny funny funny how the well gets water when the fever flows
And by the charge of chance we can race the dance to Babylon