Absalom, Absalom

Come and smear me
 With the branches from that tree
 Hyssop dipped in innocent blood
 To make me clean
 Let an old man's broken bones
 Once more rejoice
 Absalom, you were my little boy
 Absalom, Absalom
 My son, my son, my son
 Caught in the tangles of deciept
 Hanging lifeless from that tree
 Absalom, Absalom
 My son, my son, my son
 Caught in the tangles of your hair
 The fruit of my own sin to bear
 Oh Absalom
 You were the laughing boy
 Who bounced upon my knee
 You learned to play the harp
 And use the shepherd's sling
 Always watching my impressionable son
 Absalom, what have I done
 You were watching
 When I took a good man's wife
 And gave the order for his murder
 Just to cover up my crime
 All the vanity, cruel arrogance and greed
 Absalom, you learned it all from me