Invitation to a Beheading

O Rodion
 Curled into a ram's horn
 Working like a spider a spider a spider
 On the seasick root of the seasick root
 I saw Satan fall like lightning
 And a black ink spot on a blank wall
 Guarding a bank vault
 That had nothing inside but an alpine silence
 We were at home watching History of Violence
 O Rodion
 Were you bargaining for my soul
 Working like a spider a spider a spider
 Gonna crush you good under my good foot
 Cemetery mailboxes serviced by postal ghosts
 Take a bite of knowledge apple and call the lord of hosts
 Breaking apart all the scaffolds
 Wearing a blindfold
 No one in sight but a two bit Chaplin
 We were at home watching all the little tramplings
 O Rodion
 In the cinema of despair
 Working like a spider a spider a spider
 Gonna flip your wig gonna strip you bare