words and space, selected and arranged
They've got ideals, they've got their lies,
They've got their scrutinizing eyes
Following me.
They've got their courts, they've got their laws,
They've got their trained and active jaws
Condemning me.
No man--behold the man--
Idolized by me.
No man--behold the man--
In judgment on me.
They brandish clubs, they sound alarms,
They move in packs, they grow to swarms
In search of me.
They cover miles and miles and more,
And even further on all fours,
Thirsting for me.
No man--behold the man--
Idolized by me.
No man--behold the man--
In judgment on me.
An immigrant sips Roman dregs,
A business dress crosses her legs,
Pondering me.
My sacred wine begins to flow;
Once ancient mysteries unfold,
They'll swallow me.
No man--behold the man--
Idolized by me.
No man--behold the man--
In judgment on me.