Lyrics
Carnations of power
Dark secrets that consume the town
Garlands of flowers
Are the chains that hold men down
Making short work of a long night
In your slit skirt
With your steak knives
We're just stake high
With that strange tongue I heard
A pop singing herbs and earth
In all these empty courts
There is nothing covered up
That won't be seen
A man of shadows
Who won't soon be brought forth
I remember quite completely
The night you were late to meet me
You were dressed in shag
Dominoes in drag
No fault of your own
No doubt that you've never shown
The nightmare of it still haunts me
Hyenas all around me
Those rugged angry dogs
They all want things one nation see
Making hard work of a soft guy
In the bunkers
While the bugs fly
Stick men of bag
Dominoes in drag
Four generations stacked up in a pile
The father still lingers even after the exile
The king is anxious
He calls in the priests
God's misery jackals
Sharpening their teeth
Swing it from the rafters
With a catch of your throat
It's not a crime kids don't inhale
The long hands of the law
Said just tell me what you saw
And spare no detail
I was standing on the sidelines
I was searching for my mainline
Then I threw a flag
Dominoes in drag