In a Radio Song

Black, black sheep boy

Blue-eyed charmer

Head hanging with horns

From your father

Oh

In a cold little mirror you were grown

By a black little wind, you were blown

Alone, alone, alone

Cold smile on your lips

You shake and shiver

Some animal sips where the river flows

From a black little crack in a stone

To a crackle in a radio song

Sing along, sing along, sing along

Warm light when your eyes

Fill with laughter

Some animal lies in the pasture

Holes in its throat where the blood was drawn

In its mouth where the tongue was torn by your claws

Your claws, your claws

I woke from a dream

We were running

From every being

That was hunting

But we let them get ahead of us

We let them lie in wait for us

We're fucked, we're fucked, we're fucked

I rose from a dream

I had just destroyed everything

With one crushing blow

And I woke up and watched it go

And I woke up and wagged my tongue

So long, so long, so long