Boy Cried Wolf

Oh, the story's told been told, retold

From the secret scriptures to the tabloids

All the fuss and fight none above a whisper

From the soul of gold to the belly of a boy

Well they drew him from the forest like they draw blood

Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian

And he turned his head, let the arrows fly

In the trees, the trees, the ornamental leaves

And the boy cried wolf

Wolf don't come

Wolf within

Boy cried wolf

In the ancient mold where they're dancing down

Calling to the moon but it don't answer

And they fell on their knees

Passed the bowl around

And the blood, the blood, the sacramental blood

And the boy cried wolf

Wolf don't come

Wolf within

Boy cried wolf

I am the body, I am the stream

I am the wake of everything

They bring me flowers that are myself

Garlands of blood that are myself

Slain the lamb that is myself

A praying for the lamb that is himself

Well they drew him from the forest like they draw blood

Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian

And he turned his head, let the arrows fly

In the trees, the trees, the ornamental leaves

And the boy cried wolf

Wolf don't come

Wolf within

Boy cried wolf

I don't care

I don't mind

I don't know

I don't know

Torn reborn the cries of our dismay

Are nothing to the wind but whose to mind

The kings are lifted up and kings are thrown

Lost, received, retrieved the human tide

Innocence had its day

Innocence had its day

Innocence

Innocence