Tent Peg in the Temple

He's dead and naked
 I'm naked too
 He's dead and naked
 At least I'm, I'm still wearing shoes
 Once there was an ugly woman
 Who was told to tell the truth
 And so she said we needed fighters
 Who were mean but mainly lighter
 Than the metal war machinery
 That was used to make us scream
 And so we gathered up an army
 And that was thin, but then a storm began
 And it was really raining
 Like some swollen lakes were draining
 Into thunderclouds and breaking
 As our enemies were waking
 They were stuck like legless bugs there
 In a mucky mire of mud where
 They were stabbed and left to squirm
 Like lost and lonely wiggle worms
 He's dead and naked
 I'm naked too
 He's dead and naked
 At least I'm still wearing shoes
 He's dead and naked
 I'm naked too
 He's dead and naked
 At least I'm still wearing shoes
 Cautiously their leader ran
 Until he saw me and my hand
 Inviting him to come inside
 My tent where he could safely hide
 He was shivering and wet
 And so I said that I would get some clothes
 But then his tender eyes
 Reached out and made me recognize
 This vile and evil enemy
 As someone soft and even sweet
 Confused, I said he needed rest
 But then somehow we were undressed
 I said I heard someone outside
 And rolled him in a rug and cried
 I drove a tent stake in his head
 And continued crying as he bled