Wretch

Chews the fat with his creator
 Over breakfast in the sunlight
 Though when he says grace, when he says grace
 He feels enveloped like a shadow
 But there are evenings
 There are evenings when this decimated world of movement, colour and form
 Gets thin, and getting thinner
 When lights are dim, and getting dimmer
 When nights are grim and they're only getting, only getting grimmer
 As they barter their boulders,
 and martyr their soldiers,
 teach a man to tear her fucking head from her goddamn shoulders
 Held into the sun, by the threads of her hair
 By the threads of her hair
 By the threads of her hair
 They impart a secret hatred from their fathers to their heirs.
 In a silence left unbroken, Oh
 On a bed bound and gagged, bound, bound and gagged
 with culture, language, myth and law
 Our goddess gave birth, our goddess gave birth to your god.
 On a bed bound and gagged with culture, language, myth and law
 from a wounded womb where flesh is scarred and raw
 Our goddess gave birth to your god
 Our goddess gave birth to your god
 Our goddess gave birth to your god
 Our goddess gave birth to your god. Goddamn!
 Culture, language, myth and law
 (Our goddess! Gave birth!)
 Culture, language, myth and law
 (Our goddess! Gave birth you your god!)
 ("You wanna see the galaxy?")